Here is a poetic take on the recent robocalls, the "Schurick Doctrine" and the prosecution of Paul Schurick and Julius Henson for their efforts on behalf of Robert L. Ehrlich Jr. that I've entitled, "As Schurick and Henson may (or may not) see it."

Schurick, Henson,

Henson, Schurick,

Can they help it if they knew,

Who would win and who would lose?

What's the sin in deceiving those

most likely to feel ecstasy,

That the heavens rained, like confetti,

The giddy smell of victory,

On the chosen one called O'Malley?

Clairvoyance is a form of art,

Perfected over many years.

All that Schurick-Henson did

was unleash this gift with robocalls.

Bearing offerings of praise,

The ancients bowed to oracles.

What do we do in Maryland?

We dress them up in manacles,

We throw the book at them we do,

And call it a crime to articulate,