Alito mosquito landed on my neck,
his touch was light and sweet.
Said, "I'm just here to do my job.
I won't make a peep."
I questioned him further...
He had no real reply...
Then he jabbed me with his sub-peener
and tried to make me cry.
Some people hollared, "Kill that varmint!"
Someone chimed, "I've got a cropduster!"
No one expected much action though,
since there'd be no showdown filibuster.
So the lit-o skeeter got his rocks off.
And the Great Leader's really stoked.
And together they're waging war
on the goddamn thinking folks.
But Alito mosquito
overlooked one important thing:
Even under constitutional duress,
The Republic of Bankable Poetry still sings...