[High Praise! to Oppo]

Octogenarian Justice (to the tune of “Octopus’s Garden” by The Beatles)

I’d like to be
Up in D.C.
As an octogenarian Justice in a seat
I’d keep it warm
Which is the norm
For an octogenarian Justice in a seat.

We would shout
Go on about
The quarrels, the bias, and the rot
Oh what gall
For every liberal
Knowing that I’m packed, but the bench is not.

We’d do a song-
And-dance around
The plain intent
Which can’t be found

Oh, I’d like to be
Up in D.C.
As an octogenarian Justice in a seat.