I tried to look away…

Another day is closing on the impeachment hearings.
No funny hashtags emerged with metaphorical endearing’s.

There was a lot going on. I was watching. Were you?
According to the rating polls — you were glued-in too.

I know you saw it. I tried not to.
I left the house, merged with the crowds
and networked the morning through.
Everywhere that I went, regardless of the dollars I spent –
it was all about the “U:”

Unity & Under-dogging.
The two merged and displayed “cover story” flogging.

A lot of cover story’s may not “cover much” anymore.
If this moment were a bed — “the duvet” is on the floor.

Code red – code red.
The cover is off of the bed.

But maybe it’s still on the table; the truth.
This is a moment, where I could use a call from Aunt Ruth.

You already know what she would say in a time like this.
She’d round up the posse for comments and she would not miss.

Always tell the truth and no one can touch ya.
Aunt Ruth would high-five that and then hug ya.

She was about the truth, so there’s no need to say …
The truth showed up big time in hearings today.

And so, we’re all “Glued to the tube – Who got the lube?”
Somebody’s getting it in; dildo is truth.

There were three amigo’s and a couple of other folk…
Necks and shoulders are heavy; hearings yield yolk.

Oh no and whoa. Who knew the hearings would be this real and so swift?
I’m Qui
I rewinded a time or three, it’s hard to believe this isn’t a series script.

Now turn the television off. Let’s cut a corner; let’s dip.