With comic regards to Shakespeare’s Hamlet
To impeach or not to impeach —
Or when — that’s the looming question.
More revelations further breach
A scandalized, nightmare election.
Is it nobler to suffer misrule
From infamy and misfortune —
Or take arms against the orange ghoul —
And exile President Buffoon?
A sea of heartaches, a thousand shocks,
No consummation to be wished;
The longer Trump lasts, the more he mocks,
His swamp doth reek of rotting fish.
Justice delayed, oppressor’s wrong,
Insolence of office — all displayed —
Only cultists bury what’s going on:
A corrupt White House in disarray.
What boss ever voiced more whining?
Self-victimized, farcical charade.
So banish hope of his resigning —
Tar and feathers fit this renegade.
“No president is more transparent”—
A laugher sure to spur disclosure;
Furor hastens the heir apparent,
Evisceration fuels exposure.
All-important the pitch and moment
Of resolution, why and when —
Only critical mass ends torment
And saves what survives deep chagrin.
The tragic miss to chronic crimes:
Refusing to learn from error.
Abuse unchecked pollutes the times —
Until we annul this reign of terror.