Search for the Ghost of Antonin

A few more days

To tolerate the stink emanating

From Goebbels’ progenies

All the righteous hot air

Pervading the air waves

Will hopefully fall silent

Whether the grey old people

Doing their politically correct dance

Gingerly sidestepping the real reason

For throwing their support

Behind the self aggrandizing trumpeter

Blowing hot and cold

The key to the holy grail

Is the prize for which

They will sell their souls

Even to the one they say they despise

Vacant SCOTUS seat must be filled

But only by one of their own

Constitution and democratic principles be damned

The litmus test must be passed

The womb tightly controlled

The rotting bones of the

Black robed regal pompous

Erudite constitutional scholar jurist

Must be rising from his grave

Gleefully casting his ghostly shadows

On the ninth vacant seat

A few more days, handful of hours

Will sanity prevail when

People have their say, and

Search for the ghost of Antonin

Hopefully will come to an end