They fix their dull gazes on Alexandria -
this youngest of a reconfigured House -
with a perplexity common to this Senate -
one suggesting that some of them will die stupid
gaming this bright-eyed daughter of Cortez,
each wracking his brain for some card to play as trump.
As the dimwits gulp and chew on each mucoused clump,
one of them shouts, “Quick! Someone hand me a
Bible and let’s see what old John of Patmos says
in Revelations about this treacherous mouse
of a girl who seems so saintly suited,
though perhaps we can find some Satanic tenet
within and think on which of her parts to pin it!”
...then sits back down on his satisfied rump
and glows, dreaming how brilliant he’ll be reputed
in the depths of these Wall Street-addled crania
that top their human sticks, louse after louse,
whom Teddy Roosevelt observes through his pince nez,
thinking he’d much rather adorn some wall in Fez
or Punjab and would do in a minute
if he could call upon a Platonic Franz Hals
to spirit his image off this Washington hump
to somewhere it might come in handier.
But Teddy’s thoughts at present of course are muted
and will be ‘til that day when we’re all denuded.
Yes, on her they glare, sneaking Twix and Pez.
Not all feel contempt, and a few stir randier
(though that on sex and age is somewhat dependent).
Some long for that sweet, postprandial pump
in a joint off the Hill where they’ll jest and carouse
at taxpayers’ expense, while renewing their vows
to make sure we’re permanently looted -
we voters, glued to our proletarian lump
and suckered by our ridiculous Orange Prez,
who’ll slouch ‘til kingdom come unrepentant
and bid for hotel space on God’s next Pangea.
But this young anti-Trump! This Alexandria,
who shines “Die stupid or take heed, Senate!”
and lights up the House! This Ocasio-Cortez!