The tiny Texas tyro’s tantrums taint
What once our country held in wise reserve
Into a corner he proceeds to paint
The nation’s laws he idly swore to serve
Which leaves them less than merely empty noise
Precocious playthings pious pimps preserve
To feather friendly nests requires such ploys
As ex-post-facto, one-time-only laws
What Gelded Age has known such jaded joys?
Like signing statutes stuffed with special flaws
Designed by thieves to make theft less a chore
Posterity our politician paws
Removing risk from crimes that heretofore
Contained at least enough as not to bore.
Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright 2006-2010