Neil Gorsuch often likes to say
“I’m not a legislator”—
All well and good, but (by the way)
As a disseminator
His very presence on the court
Suggests that laws aren’t valid,
For legislation comes up short,
A special-interest salad,
If rules apply, a thing enforced
When favoring the white man,
But for the black man, worse and worst
(Obama not the right man).
The seat you stole, or rather gained
In profit from collusion,
Renders the law a thing disdained,
A vegetable confusion.
The man who will accept swiped goods
May not be legislator,
But sits unfit, when he colludes,
Better to be an honest man
And not to be a judge,
Than sit supreme—yet charlatan,
A kind of Elmer Fudge.