The Silver Fox Is Seated

Although he may have gone to church
    As such a stalwart cus,
It was himself he did besmirch
    In reputation thus:

By claiming rightfully his own
    What had been someone else’s
Per protocols pro forma known
    As sure as peristalsis,

In that a candidate must go
    Through a procedural vetting
(Guaranteed not a yes or no
    But a fair hearing getting).

Alas the president’s nominee
    Got merely a stonewalling,
Without pretense of courtesy,
    The hem and haw of stalling— 

As if to say, “Per Jim Crow laws
    We shun your kind fair service,”
Or per some lame excuse because
    “Black Power makes us nervous.”

The Silver Fox, he walked right in,
    Was hustled to a table,
But it was regimental sin
    As did the theft enable.

A gangster file of senators
    Made sure Gorsuch was given
The full consideration’s course
    And through the process driven,

Swiftly and perfunctorily
    As any mobsters‘ stooge,
So the Pretender Nominee
    Found benefactions huge.

Alas, the nominee before him
    Was cast out in the street— 
But even brought with feigned decorum
    A cheat is still a cheat.

So Gorsuch now sits as a judge
    Though worthy of the birch,
His name defiled as with a smudge— 
    Though welcome still at church.