Because of the imposter who
Sits on the highest court
Whatever now its roster do
Is bound to come up short:
Suspicion now has got to greet
Whatever it decides,
Because corruption indiscrete
In every corner hides.
Neil Gorsuch, how by your assent
In claiming stolen goods
All credibility was rent,
A shadow now intrudes
Upon the reputation which
Law counts on keeping brilliant—
You serve (now men assume) the Rich,
On their behalf resilient.
So vested interests move the Court
(No, we are not naive—
The Rich have always had support
And from their crimes reprieve,
But now the shadow of a chance
May not be felt by any
Who lacks the means to call the dance,
The means meaning the money),
But, Judge, we cannot overlook
(How honorably you pose)
The means whereby that seat you took,
Sly fox decked in sheep’s clothes:
O, do your best, to make amends,
To compensate for theft,
But even though you have rich friends,
Cumbersome looms guilt’s heft.
One day, when all the world is done
Not even Mitch McConnell
Can rescue souls that conscience shun,
Or fashion ye a funnel
Whereby a camel may fit through
A needle’s eye—no statecraft
Through lies can propagate what’s true
(With such a second-rate graft).
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