Justice? You Want Justice?

Do you remember what happened on my Dad's birthday, December 8, 2000? That's the day the Supreme Court, in a 5-4 decision, picked our next President. Yup.  On Dad's birthday, the Supreme Court decided to make George W. Bush president of the United States.  And the rest – is history.  So that day I cobbled together a quick verse to mark the occasion.  Sadly, I've been unable to heed my own advice.  Not that I'm still bitter....

THE HANGING JUDGES

Copyright 2012 by Roger B. Stone

So who woulda thunk it, way back in November,

That here we would sit, so far into December,

Awaiting the outcome of courts so Supreme,

With Demo’s and ‘Publicans building their team.

And then on your Birthday the word would come down,

Making pachyderms smile while the asses all frown.

We’re Bushed from the process and Gored all to tears,

And now we’ll be saddled with four bumbling years.

He’s misunderstated, his pie built so high,

He resignates energy up to the sky.

He’s clever and witty (so much like his Pop),

And he’s always prepared with a quick malaprop.

So as we remember the day you were born,

It’s time to be gracious and stop all the scorn.

Let’s focus on you now, the world’s greatest Dad,

And try to forget about each hangin’ chad!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2000!