Anti Establishmentarian - hashtags himself as antithetical

The following poem crafted
not quite thirty months ago,
when severe bad hair day

found yours truly self sequestered
toying with notion
to coif, primp, and tease, his limp locks,
(whose hirsute trademark noncompliant)

donned, heaped, lacquered,

and puffed daddy up swiftly tailored,

and the harried style

analogous to infamous forty fifth president.

I stand, (albeit figuratively) athwart

current mainstream popular opinions concluded
(i.e. swirling) within
metaphorical eddies storied Senate high court

case in point constituting acquittal regarding

good and plenti jinxed
high crimes and misdemeanors

purportedly linkedin quid pro quo
then president Donald John Trump,

whereby Republican partisan tipping point

ultimately decreed triumph

able, eager, ready, and willing to escort

kickstarting naysayers, rebel rousers,
and woebegone yawping zealots
(think Democrats) courtesy,

a fictional humanoid robot christened Gort
first debut appearance in 1951
20th Century Fox American science
fiction film The Day the Earth Stood Still.

Smug mugshot depicts
victorious commander in chief with jutting jaw

can now figuratively wring his hands
(more resembling puffed wheat bear paw)

whereat he reveals sharp glistening
barbed freighted, galvanized pointed claw

daring any elected official to follow scofflaw

(think Nancy Pelosi, who got hustled off -

her role as speaker of the House
security details immediately did withdraw
faster than greased lightning,
and/or Quick Draw Mcgraw

after she ripped Trump’s

State of the Union speech),
she definitely decreed guilty of fas paux

undoubtedly wincing how she got raw
end concerning high stakes Art of the Deal.

Drama under domed capital suddenly
(hello kitty) meow my
tectonically shifted analogous
to hydrogen bomb that fell out of sky
starring loose cannon shot
supremely above United States government law,

oh my dog I wanna die

versus enduring four more years,
one garden variety generic guy

who doth agonizingly decry

what will become of truth tellers forced to lie

thru their teeth...
er (yours truly) dentures, whereby

that will pose no deterrent for bluetooth to spy

every painstaking action cumulative data
nowhere off limits, yupper even

becoming American as apple pie

plus embedded into skein of ordinary house fly,

thus essentially fomenting grassroots
freedom fighting militia to stave off doom...

analogous as one after another protesters
dangle over the River Kwai.