A cloud hangs over the Supremes,
Nine justices, though eight
Previously basked in sunny beams
No blot might dissipate.
(Though, truly, here and there were specks
That flew before the sun,
But reputation, by reflex,
Esteemed them every one.)
Today a thick miasma hangs
Above the Halls of Justice:
Now innuendoes and harangues
Suggest one cannot trust this
Abomination of a court—
Eight justices besmirched
Vicariously, nor any tort
To help them can be searched.
No, there was never precedent
For criminal proceedings
To mask as rule of law, anent
Which cite which text which readings.
A man named Gorsuch joined the crew
With smarmy, silken lips,
Who—taking a judicious view—
Himself brought the eclipse.
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