Judges Whine, "We're no Longer Respected"
That black robe you wear is fooling
No one. You're a shameless hack,
Appointed by a two-bit fascist to
Lay waste to long-established
Precedents he'd rather not obey.
August? Your predecessors were,
But you are not. You soil that robe.
You claim to be impartial, but you've
Made it all too clear you're not, so
Is it any wonder that you're mocked
And cursed with greater fury than
Those who preceded you? They were
Worthy of respect. We all know
You aren't.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-01-01 at 13:28
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