I'm getting to appoint
Scary judges you abhor. . .
To the Court-y.
Sometimes they rule so badly
That it makes me proud.
They're my cronies.

It's not Bork, but Bork-like--
Not a legal star.
Congress makes it hard

They're members of the bar, each one,
Yet Congress wants to smother
Them--show no mercy.
Give them a pass, don't mindlessly filibuster now
Stop all that scheming.

I am theirs, they are mine--
How'd they pass the bar?
It must have been hard.

Tearing, the left, as they hear my vow
That appointees will be right wing
This indeed means that I snub you,
You're screwed; my endeavor: pack the Court's hallways.

I am theirs, they are mine.
You say they're too far
To the right of Khan.

I try to hide my relishment;
Attempt to be discrete, pretend I'm listening
To them; they talk; their reservations they impart,
Then I snub them.

I am theirs, they are mine.
That makes them my pards. . .
Blessed by Rove and Card.

Sandy's leaving. She will be outa there soon.
That's one swing vote you lose.
Billy's ailing. He'll be gone, he's tired and stooped
Fat Tony won't recuse.
I can tell you're getting pissed
And that you're sufferin'.
You'll act like a baby,
And you'll start cryin'
Then you'll start filibusterin' and sighin'
The confirmation blues.

I'll make my stand, sirs,
So go and cry away.
In the end you will lose.
You can appease me.
Shy from the standoff way--
Let my appointees cruise.

Janice Brown was scary
Her views, very narrow
Clarence Lite gave you fright,
Chilled you to the marrow.

Choice-for-circuit wrangle
Forced you then not to fight
My choices nucularly,
Except in cases narrow.

Lazy lizard lamebrains,
Losers left's lambasting
Way far right, start the fight,
Time is wasting!

Nyah, nyah, nyah. . . !

Que bimbos que yo traigo: culos,
Las reinas, los reyes de malaconsejar
Ciego Alberto, enano, p.e., tarado sangrante.
Y que triste Leahy verde, que no puede vencerme. ¡Vaca!
¡Heh, heh, heh, ha, ha, ha!

[What ahole bimbos I'll bring to the table,
Queens and kings of bad judgment--
Alberto, e.g., blank dwarf, flagrant cretin.
And Vermont cow Pat Leahy's sad, because he can't stop me.]