A bomb blast brightens prospects for Gorsuch;
Dropped on bitter, ungarlanded liberals.
This catastrophic nuke serves to debauch
The Senate, and its check on force imperial.
The marble-columned Capitol’s eroded,
By winds of change and shifting sands beneath,
By filibusters’ busted wills imploded
Till courtly cloture on the Court’s deceased.
With options nuclear, we self-destruct;
Partisans of the enemy rush in.
Our Cold War language has become unstuck,
Applied now to Blue and Red, not Russians.
Had filibuster’s compromise endured,
Our rights might mutually be assured.


A child playing with his toys sits taught.
He doesn’t move, yet resonates with anger.
A slow, tense turn begins to show his thoughts.
All of his friends now notice they’re in danger.
“You bumped my house, and made it fall!” he shouts.
“And now I have to use the one that’s old.”
“I didn’t touch it, you knocked everything out,”
Says Ryan, surprised that Don’s being so cold.
The two are friends, they always play such games,
So why does little Ryan take the fall?
It seems that Donald cannot take the blame
Though he’s the one that drove us at a wall
He can not take responsibility.
What happened? Where is the humility?


American allegiance: Russia’s prize,
Not just the President, but NSC!
We scurry towards security’s demise
For Trump’s regime, and also you and me.
From GRU headquarters, hear the squeaks
Of those who thought that moles were “in like Flynn,”
Whose confidant has been undone by leaks,
Though hackers helped his friend-in-chief get in.
Though Flynn is ratted, hunted out of office,
His furtive dealings leave so many questions.
The House Dems smell blood; GOP is cautious;
While fears of blackmail spur investigation.
Ensnared by accusations and offenses,
A rat is cut loose, as the mousetrap tenses.