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! 

Smoke