All rise, hear ye, as justice sets
When Gorsuch takes the bench,
Despite the prejudicial fêtes
That party hacking always gets,
For he brings with a stench.
All rise, all rise, and walk away
From any expectation
That justice will be served today
(Truth meeting its auto-da-fé)
The stench is worse than any fart
When Gorsuch takes a seat,
For, confident and halfway smart
Mendacity his words impart
For which he can’t be beat.
When goods are gotten off a fence
In knowledge of the theft
Then guilt is shared, and Gorsuch hence
May hold his spoils, dark recompence,
But never call it deft.
Supreme only when up is down,
His seat oxymoronic:
For justice meted by a clown
Who shits feces inside his gown
Would have to be ironic.
The justice bears an awful taint,
Neil Gorsuch, rotten apple,
Which even leaves the bailiffs faint
For stinky poo smelt never quaint
As hardly any crap’ll.
Adjourn! Adjourn! Let court disperse,
For no perfumed rosewater
Can cleanse the odor waxing worse
As justice serves the rich man’s purse
And truth’s a lamb for slaughter.