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