Let me not to the malformation of minds
Admit impediments. “Right” is not right
Which alters not when it alteration finds.
A true conservative bends to each new blight:
Oh yay! He is an ever-moving mark
That looks on teapots and is always shaken;
He is a cur groveling ‘fore its (((master’s))) bark,
Whose worth’s undone, though money he’s rakin’!
The Right’s Time’s fool, for blonde curls and cheeks
To the Browning’s sickle he gladly submits;
He scorns advantage to take of Hillary’s leaks,
And when Trump’s numbers surge, he calls it quits.
Is the “Right” wrong? Yet though it be proved
From his cuck stoll he won’t be willingly moved.