I’d like to begin this by issuing a warning to you. If you do not enjoy puns, awful law school humor or the like, you should just leave right now. When it comes to finals time, I’m easily distracted. And then I spit out idiotic poems.
O! Nestled in the bosom of the Eleventh Amendment I rest,
Sweet, sweet immunity – shield me
For judgment day looms in the morn’
Yea! Hear me Son of Mann Act!
I cannot, for I am no sovereign
And I act not under color of law
Lo! Spawned in 1984 was I
Yet 1983 is my sword of vengeance!
My rights floating within the penumbra
Seize and onload thine rights
The pasties await
As I walk through the Valley Forge College
I fear not the Wickard nor the Fillburn
For I walk forth, towards the City of New London
Free, knowing, without Quarles, nor Dred
And I Wade into the stream, launch my boat
And I Roe into the mists of process due
For my goal, I will know it when I see it
January 25, 2009 at 10:32 pm
Hmm it’s probably not good that I don’t know a lot of those cases, huh? Damnit.
January 25, 2009 at 10:51 pm
I love it!
January 26, 2009 at 1:15 am
I’m glad you enjoyed it, I had fun writing it through tears of apprehension and fear. And JT, we have t minus 10 days. It’s go time son.