the Hurly-burly Swirl
Oh ye foolish Republicans, who hath bewitched you?
(as if I didn’t know) Oh ye blarney-blinded GOPpers,
How is it you fell for such whoppers?
How is that yon golden scarecrow descended
from his dark towers; the Elector count was ended
when he clicked his heels and tweeted magic drivel
to signal his insurrectionary swivel
to signal when the hurlyburly’s to be done
and when the counting’s lost and won . . .
when fair’s made foul and foul’s made fair
through the Elliptical and Dome’d air.
“Stand back; stand by” spoke the Jester in his maga-dare,
when his dogged whistle sailed through fogg’d air;
then maga magic spoke foul to fair
and dogged drivel filled Ellipse air.
’T’was then the hurlyburly ’t’was done
’t’was then when the battle lost was won.
or so they thought;
’t’was them who had been bought!
And as if the dirty business . . . t’were not enough,
to secure the dirty duty stuff
Now it turns out that behind the scenes
Lawyers do dream up immunity dreams
to cloak the hurly burly in dark words
of jingle-jangle and legal turds
in jibber-jabber of legalese
lost in an alito sneeze
to find the battle lost as won:
so what was done is then undone
as the Jester had said
before our Rule of Law was dead
Then the daily caller sent out her call
to let the the crows know one and all:
Now’s the time for maga fun!
While the hurly burly’s being done.
Summon crows; call them all.
Immunity’s the call!