My Feinstein poem Inspired by the video closeups... Old Diane's noose, Had her calling for truce. For votes she did pander, Unleashing such slander. But it all came to naught, Cause old Diane forgot. That Q had it all, Every text, mail, or call. When the lies were revealed, Old Diane's snake skin unpeeled. A quivering, crying face, Such a treasonous disgrace. Now this lesson is taught, Though your vote can be bought. You can not hide, From the truth that resides. In this patriot nation, Among high and low station. Through the storms gusty gales, Freedom reigns and justice prevails!