The constitution’s in the gutter.
Justice is a messy business.
High-backed chairs and the marble floors,
Bailiffs locking up the heavy doors.
Nine robed scholars looking weary and worn,
Debating if a plate is a reason for scorn.
Is it political?
Is it obscene?
Or just a man and his gastro-intestinal scene?
Five grand an hour just to parse the slang,
While the future of the nation in the balance hangs.
Oh, IBPOOPN on the open road,
Carrying a heavy constitutional load!
Is it free speech or just a bad smell?
Only the Supreme Court can truly tell.
IBPOOPN, yeah, it’s loud and proud,
Saying what you can't say to the crowd!
Arguments filed.
Briefs on the floor.
Is it a movement?
Or just a chore?
The state says 'No',
the plate says 'Go'.
Case dismissed.
Flush the evidence.
Next on the docket: A bumper sticker about a cat.
