The Doggerel-Gone-It Impeachment Blues
The stench of wet coal, politicians . . .
Ezra Pound, “Canto XIV”
Johnson’s impeachment occurred so far back.
No one can remember the Tenure of Office Act.
Once upon a more recent time,
J Gordon Liddy committed a crime,
a burglary some have called third rate,
which led, of course, to Watergate.
Dick Nixon was forced to take the fall
(in those days Republicans sported balls),
which sadly isn’t the case today.
They had Goldwater; we have Graham.
Weak-willed Bill Clinton in the Oval Office
ran afoul of a couple of orifices,
creating quite a sordid mess,
alleged perjury, a stained blue dress.
Yet the Senate voted not to convict,
(though most agreed he was a prick).
So here we are again, forsooth,
dealing with presidential abuse:
The number of allegations should give us pause:
obstructing justice, violating the Emolument Clause,
withholding aid for dirt in a quid pro quo.
The days go past, the catalogue grows.
I say let’s subpoena those stories killed by the Enquirer
so we can extinguish this orange dumpster fire.
It’s time we got back to something like normal
With a Commander-in-Chief less hormonal.