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.
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