Sans pretense of disinterest or
The Silver Fox took to the floor,
For all of men to see.
“Because I gained appointment thus
Unto this august seat
By methods disingenuous
Of fraud if shy deceit—
“I owe henceforth decisions in
My puppetmasters’ favor,
According property a win
Always, and without waver.
“Yes, I’ll deliver for my man
As sure as any bitch’ll,
And offer thanks Gorsuchian
In gratitude to Mitchell.”
And men admired the fox’s robes,
The mien of serious sentence,
Assured that no impartial probes
Would wring from sin repentence.
So it went down with justice, and
The high court also sunk—
It’s not so much that truth was banned
But that it turned to junk.