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Impeachment trial
Longer run by a mile
Drinking beer in early morning
No siren for warning
I sit in my chair
Beholding the beasts
Of these I am the least
A conflict of politics
Run to the light
Long into this good night
America is sleeping
On this decision of champions
Locked in battle to be won
By the best of our tribe
Above the muck, we rise
To educate
To pontificate
Timeless, enduring
Long-suffering all
Let the gavel fall
Build no wall
Chief Justice
Sits as the arbiter
Of wrath incurred
By factions set
An experience we won’t forget
Let me catch my breath
And begin again
Hear me, friends
Wee hours begin
In tradition we trust
This republic
We are us
Names called from the roll
Johnson, Nixon Clinton
And the spray-tan troll
Anti-heroes
Anti-matter
in the chamber reactive
Stray bits of matter
Stained in their existence
A lean across the fence
Rewarded with electric shock
The senators in their socks
Creeping into darkness
The exercise is a success
A trip for the mind
Leaving history behind
Keening over hope lost
Over the cost
An acrid flow
For those in the know
Impeachment
An action of government
A trial on TV
Ratings to read
To the victor goes reward
A mini-series on board
Plugged in for broadcast
This won’t be the last
High drama in D.C.
Like Max Headroom
Jitterbugging on the screen
Im-peach
Sweet tea
Overreached
Peachy I feel peachy
The House has spoken
For you and me
Voices raised in judgment
Articles to the Senate
The constitution to defend
Believe me, friend
This is what democracy looks like
Going long into the night
No sailor’s delight
Steering a partisan ship
Into waves that flip
One side to the other
Believe me, brother
This is the best
We have to give, the acid test
The strike for gain
Overrules motions of the brain
Studious foes
Battle in their Sunday clothes
Ritualistic procedure prancing
Like they are dancing
Twist and spin
Schumer has an objection
McConnell shakes his head
We watch in his stead
With Doritos and beer
America
America, we fear
The sunset of a grand community
The fade of those
Who believe
Where do we go, then At 1:30 a.m.?
To our beds, with gratitude
Respite
Rest
A recharge for the cellphone
Coming home
For weary bones
The state of our nation is sound
We’ll march to midnight
High-step on hallowed ground
And repeat the fete
Tomorrow on Main Street
Who cares? Who is aware?
The nation draws a deep breath
As we navigate our fate
Sailing on to the dawn
The antidote to endless night
Schiff and Schumer
Shaken, not stirred
The final word
A blot on the ballot
Opinion, undeterred
This process will go on
A diva dance
With Amazons
For prizes to be won
Rancor, are you done?
Yet in the end
The nation-state
We defend
With votes in November
A mission bell
Sounded in alarm
To keep us from harm
Kick kick kick
In the air
Listen to the souls that care
This impeachment ride
This surf at high tide
Is a grand gesture given
For democracy’s friends
Yet we have reached the end
Say it again
End this fight
Fatigue yields delight
Turn off the light
Good night!
