I Yam the LawFuss

 Veteran Federal Judge Michael Luttig has compared the Supreme Court’s recent trump-immunity session to Nero’s fiddling while Rome burned.

Justices Alito, Gorsuch, Kavanaugh and Thomas have demonstrated that they are living in a dream-world of hyper-theoretical Law while. . . in the real world, trump is on the edge of scuttling away from his disastrous January 6 declaration of war on our US Constitution.

Those four Justices’ insensitive preoccupation with theoretical precedent-setting—instead of administering Justice to arrest and punish trump’s criminal incitement— brought to my mind an image of John Lennon’s “walrus” metaphor in his weird song, “I am the Walrus.”

So I have used Lennon’s poetic framework and bizarre imagery as  framework to compose a new diatribe . . . as present-day protest intensifies nationwide to shock those four insensitive Bench-sitters into an awareness of what is going out here in the real world.  Out here in the hinterlands that stretch from sea to shining sea, we citizens are expected to live according to the Law of the land and we expect our presidents to do the same.

    If you are an ole boomer like me, perhaps you imagine the original "tune" as you read:

They are they as we are we as we were once together.

But See how they speak like babble from a gavel see how they pry

We crying.

Sitting in the Courtroom, waiting for their word to come

Corporation mag-shirt, judgy sludgy bench blurt blurt!

Judge, you been a haughty bench  you let your grace expire

I am the edge-man; they are the sledge men.

I am the LawFuss! , goo-goo-ga shoo. 

Misters sitting judge-men, lumpy-dumpy-rumpies in a row

See how they judge like lucy with a grudge see how we cry

We crying. yeah we be crying.

We crying. yeah we be crying.

Yellow legal custard, dripping from a dread judge eye

Crabby like a dishrag, perpendic’lar pressrag

Ahoy, you spin a haughty furl, you let your briefs droop down

We be the Edge-men; they be the sludge men; goo-goo-ga shoo.

We be on a Justibus yea yu yu so crude we d’do-do do feud wit yoo!

Expert textbert crawyer lawyers!

Don’t you know We People  cry at you?

See how you judge like robes fulla  grudge, see how u spin

We crying.

Maga-mentry trumpsquirts, climbing up the Cap’tol Dome

Now jukamentary pen-gun adjudicating bucksboss drone

Your honor shoulda seen them kicking ole Abe Lincoln

I am the dead-man they are the dread-men

I am the LawTrust. Do-do-yu rude while we d’du du du feud

wit' yu, what's it tuya?

Glass Chimera