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Calling the Kettle

5/13/2017

 

Judge Gorsuch said, “I never mind
    When justice is obstructed:
While she who holds the scales is blind
    Let business be conducted
In such a way, that blame assigned
    Can’t tell who what the fuck did.

“In all decisions 4-to-5
    You can take it for certain,
Dark money does my conscience drive,
    The “man behind the curtain”
Directing me. Beholden, I’ve
    Been hired to keep the dirt in.

“If I went blurting out the truth
    (If truth ought to be blurted)
Then I would not be worth my couth:
    Miscarriages averted
Would not appease dark money’s tooth,
    As joys when blood is spurted.”

Thus Gorsuch tacitly confirmed
    The meaning of his mettle,
Because his conscience barely squirmed
    To let the matter settle,
About the “stolen seat” life-termed— 
    Can this pot call the kettle?

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