How Far the Court Has Fallen

How far the Court has fallen,
    How far fallen, Miss Hill— 
If not yet serving Stalin
    The Court is serving swill.

With such a man like Gorsuch
    It bodes no good, but ill,
But we know that before such
    Decline, much failed, Miss Hill.

Despair is rendered cubic
    And Gorsuch is the man,
But there’s a curly pubic
    Hair on my soda can.

Oh, Gorsuch served the money,
    And serves the money still,
For greed a hired gunny,
    A partisan and shill,
Although it isn’t funny,
    That—Gorsuch is, Miss Hill.