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Like Vinegar in Wine

4/17/2017

 

A bit of vinegar in wine
    Alters its subtle flavor:
What connoisseur declares it fine
To so corrupt what he would savor?

So to the connoisseur of justice
    Or any who adheres
To legal rule, when trust robust is
Lost as corruption interferes.

Eight justices by now a ninth
    Themselves are denigrated— 
The law’s foundation at its plinth
Attacked, weakened and desecrated.

The structure now foredoomed to fall
    Perhaps beyond men’s shoring,
And one pretender pivotal
Installed due to politic whoring.

If wine tastes vinegar (or piss)
    You have to spit it out,
And something in the Court’s amiss,
Supremely cloudy, cast in doubt.

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