Reagan's Gift
Reagan’s Gift
By Tom Karlson
someone’s mother said don’t speak ill of the dead
not mine
she said a bastard is a bastard
dead or alive
haven’t you noticed that lying bastards
the Kissingers the Cheneys
never die
so when Scalia was reported dead
I thought it was a joke, how can this be
then the truth began to stomp and holler
yes he’s gone
now
men and women can marry who they will
women’s bodies belong to the brain attached
nurses can organize
a president will never be selected again by the high court
night and day lovers eulogize this man
who wept tears of legal restraint,
an original
who said I will not legislate from the bench
a mind reader of the dead
who knew what Franklin and Jefferson thought
covering his unrepentant race-class-sex hatred
behind a mumbo-jumbo of legalese
he died under a millionaires roof
this well travelled hooker
is recused with no more votes to sell
but what will Clarence Thomas do