The one thing that we know for sure
Is Justice gave a cri de coeur
When Gorsuch took a seat,
His ethics well-considered “deft”
Approving certain kinds of theft,
Positions gained by cheat.
Unashamed to politicize
He works to spread the party lies
And speaks at party functions—
Glad they are so remunerative
He takes what wages sin can give
And takes without compunctions.
Neil Gorsuch questions and he probes
But it’s no judge beneath those robes,
A kind of marionette
Who understands when “cash flow” pulls
The seat of consciousness it dulls:
You ain’t seen nothing yet.
The Silver Fox—he will guffaw
His hoodwink pulled upon the law,
A virtuous-seeming pretense,
For though he sits erect, reserved,
It’s profiteering he has served
As base as any cretin’s.
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