Empowered and impaired
they conspire to impeach.
That Bad Orange-man, spared
still remains out of reach.
If impeachment was due,
now it rots in the the sun.
They’re attempting a coup
when no wrong has been done.
Over-ripened, it’s rotting
their maggots now fly . . .
unfruitful, their plotting:
a low-hanging lie.
