The high court was subverted
When Garland was denied;
“I never meant to hurt it,”
Ol' Mitch McConnell cried.
Denying him a hearing—
Though up or down the vote—
Concomitant to spearing
The Court’s voice in the throat.
Whatever the intention,
Ol' Mitch he done the deed,
Destroying rich convention
And protocol with speed.
Installment of another—
Whomever—must bear taint
As strong winds start to wuther,
Come storms beyond constraint.
So Mitch McConnell owns it,
Regardless what he planned,
Destruction in its onset
As augurs something grand.
Sit back, enjoy the thunder,
As lightning fills the sky;
Calamity brings wonder,
Just hope that you don’t die.