On my approach he slowly drew his feet in from the different parts of the room into which they had strayed...
And vague dissimulations
From various quarters, this lap pup,
And rose to take his nation’s
Trust in his hands, as newly sworn
To be a judge pro forma
On the high court—robes to adorn
This lackluster brainstormer.
His confirmation hearings showed
His wile in execution,
For, questioned, he unfailingly strode
In skilled circumlocution
Along a tepid, nether ground
Not either this nor that way
With clarity precise, profound,
But dull aristocrat way.
I thought of Lincoln, he who hewed
An axe in rail-splitting,
Whose words strove never to occlude,
With care their target hitting,
And what a contrast this buffoon,
Neil Gorsuch, sly, presented,
Little more than a party goon,
Mendacity undented.
With subterfuge and camouflage,
Threat, bullying, intriguing,
Integrity whole-cloth mirage
With crooks and shysters leaguing,
He found himself considered for
Egregious elevation,
So answered every senator
With—vague dissimulation.
Soon, all the lies will coalesce,
Albeit of omission,
And mediocrity undress
Itself of vain ambition,
Then will the truth be broadcast: here’s
A clown passing as judge
With jurisprudence in arrears
And wallowing in sludge.
How Lincoln would abhor the man
Who filled a stolen seat,
A cipher and a charlatan,
Commingler and a cheat,
And rue the day democracy
Was sundered, worsely for such
A raging mediocrity
As Justice Neil Gorsuch.