Harken, good people, to a tale of old,

Of Damocles and his sword so bold,

A story oft told of power and fear,

And of Congress, whose fate now draws near.

Long ago, in the courts of a great king,

Sat Damocles, his praises did ring,

He praised the king for his riches and might,

But the king saw through his flattery, despite.

To teach Damocles a lesson profound,

The king showed him a sword hanging 'round,

By a single hair, so thin and so fine,

A symbol of power, and fear divine.

For Damocles, the sword caused great stress,

And made him fear for his life, no less,

He saw how power could come at a price,

And how it could cause great sacrifice.

Now, in the courts of a modern day,

The sword of Damocles hangs in play,

For Congress, a great game of chess,

In the case of Brunson v. Adams, they confess.

For the majority stands accused,

Of breaking their oath, which they abused,

By not calling for a review of the vote,

For election interference, they did not promote.

The sword of Damocles hangs above,

A symbol of power, a symbol of love,

For justice, it waits to fall,

And for Congress, it looms over all.

Like pawns on a chessboard, they move with care,

For the sword hangs high, a threat so rare,

And the members of Congress, stressed and nervous,

Await the ruling, with hearts so fervous.

For the sword of Damocles may fall at any time,

And for Congress, it is a symbol of their crime,

For they did not uphold their oath of office true,

And the sword of Damocles, now waits for its due.

Thus, the tale of Damocles still rings true,

A warning of power, a warning anew,

For Congress, the sword still hangs in air,

And their fate, it waits, to be decided fair.

Time for the black hats to refresh the memories of some of the Justices. Ring, ring