Shucks for the Memory

Shucks for the memory
A Rubiconal line
That can’t be reversed
We chuckled to see you whine
That the law is too perverse
How lovely it was

Shucks for the memory
In Carlson’s colloquy
Pompous words of guilt
On Ingraham and Hannity
Rants and tantrums to the hilt
How lovely it was

Now you’ve maneuvered ev’ry thing
Have set yourself up to be our king
Oh, well, that’s life, I guess
We love your headdress
Do you?
Yes, quite a coup

Shucks for the memory
Of crimes that you carried out
Clearing any doubt
A swaggering commission
Good as any profession
Screwed us so much