You are jetting to Martha's Vineyard, Doted upon by fawning aides. You sit in Senate chambers Speak with a forked-tongue While the cowards who are your colleagues Abide by their solemn pact. You're ruining reputations. Damn, it's shameful how you act! BUT THE WHITE BONES OF KOPECHNE, SUBMERGED BENEATH THE BAY, ARE TESTIMONY TO YOUR PERFIDY! SHE WILL BE YOUR LEGACY! How does it feel, Mr. K? While you dissemble to the press corps. While you lech after younger women. While you garner the left's praises. While you bask warmly in their glow. There are millions of forgotten corpses. There...