Monday, February 13, 2012

The Dashless Wench

When peering down from on her bench,
The double-surname (dashless) wench
Employs the mirthless, tired scowl
Of one constrained by shackles foul.

The foul shackles which constrain
The sour justice like a chain,
Were written in the distant past
By men whose time and age has passed.

She much prefers the modern greats
Who hail from more progressive states,
Where charters are the latest trend,
And rights upon the state depend.

For in the state the justice sees
A better form of guarantees,
And Bader Ginsburg thinks it odd
Our rights have been endowed by God.

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