Black robe blitzkrieg and Bassackwards Tribesman Thom-ass Clarence ARE the White Supreme Court

They had no rights which the white man was bound to respect.

— Supreme Court Chief Justice Roger B. Taney, 1857, Dred Scott v. Stanford

Black robe blitzkrieg—
was it Down with Brown…
and Roe to go— or Down
with Roe… and Brown to go?

Bassackwards Tribesman, Thom-ass
Clarence, switches from Long Dong
Silver shaving in his mirror. Defiantly,
he Crows:
“Spinnin Ginni sat me right down and she
Talked to me about my yachting with Mr. C—
About my high-net-worth friends who pay no
Estate/Inheritance/Income/Wealth Taxes—and
Love chopping welfare rolls with their gilded axes!”

She asked, “Who paid for your Momma’s house?
And who bankrolls your loving spouse?
Who paid for your nephew’s school?
Who pays for you to sit by the pool?”

“Babe, who wouldn’t want a benefactor billionaire—
Who collects swastika linen with his 3rd Reich ware?
Who wouldn’t jet set with a powerful CEO?
And who wouldn’t work out a lil quid pro quo?”

“Remember, babe, this isn’t our first rodeo
Dancing conflicts of interest—dough-see-dough—
While policing wombs—And ruling in utero—
Land of Guantanamo and Sacred Embryo!”

“Who cares about the Apache and Navajo?
Who handed the bums a buck on Skid Row?
Who sent “thoughts and prayers” to Buffalo?
Doubters and haters—You can go eat Crow!”

“Hon, this hoopla’s just another ‘hi-tech lynching for uppity Blacks—’
But God, guns, GOP, Citizens United, Stare Decisis got our backs!
So, we wanna spread the news: that when it works this well gettin used…
We’ll never recuse…”

Black robe blitzkrieg—
was it Down with Brown…
and Roe to go— or Down
with Roe… and Brown to go?

Former forklift driver/warehouse worker/janitor, Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. Read other articles by Raymond Nat, or visit Raymond Nat's website.