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when a bunch of  old Senate men
and some intimidated women
voted to heave

     an accused ******
     and proven liar with an alcohol problem
     given to irascible outbursts, fits of self-pity
     and insulting comments on women

into a lifelong seat on the highest court in the nation
     against voluminous evidence of his lacking qualifications
the statue of the Goddess of Justice
     whom a former attorney general
      had all covered up in blue cloth
dropped her sword and scales
tore off her blindfold
and covered her ***** ******* in shame
Apropos the U.S. senate 's decision to nominate Brett Kavanaugh for the Supreme Court
Brent Kincaid Oct 2017
The Usurper King
Had trouble sleeping.
He knew just how many
Criminals he was keeping;
Salaried and dedicated
To robbing the populace
And using very ineffective
And obvious kinds of artifice.

The Usurper King
Remembered what he did
To take the throne away
From the duly chosen kid
And he saw what he had
Been doing all the while.
It built up every day
And came out at night as bile.

The Usurper King
Spewed out, far and near;
Those who ****** him off
And those he held dear.
He covered his reign
With his nocturnal emissions
And gave his poor people
Scary, frightening visions.

The Usurper King
Only ever had one need
And that was the deep itch
Caused by excessive greed.
He had no class, no bearing,
He talked like a ignorant ****,
And soon the people wished
He would be squashed like bug.

— The End —