With apologies to Allen Ginsberg.
Howl, as rewritten by the Lincoln Project.

I saw the worst minds of my party destroyed by MAGA, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the Charlottesville streets at dawn looking for a tiki torch,

angelheaded grifters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the money-making dynamo in the machinery of Trump Tower,

who wealth and raggedy shirts and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of the West Wing floating across the top of DC monuments contemplating tax cuts,

who bared their brains to the National Policy Institute and saw Mohammedan devils staged on every roof illuminated,
who passed through Liberty University with radiant eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Huckabee-light tragedy among the scholars of war,

who were expelled from the party for science & publishing evidence-based odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in two-shirts, burning their credibility in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall.

The original. Always worth revisiting. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49303/howl