Ruth Bader Ginsburg. The Napper

















The Napper

Hey girl, I bet ya 
Karl Marx used to get you
You’d find him anywhere
In a camp, in a car, in New York City library store
You’d read, Excuse me, haven't I taxed you somewhere before

Nap, nap, nap, they call her the napper
Nap, nap, nap, it’s a snooze that she's after
So, she starts her nappin'
Hoping nothing will happen
She’ll just ignore you
One she can snore through, cause you’re a bore too
She’s shut down mind
Don’t wake her up by yelling BOO

Nap, nap, nap, they call her the Napper
Nap, nap, nap, it’s a snooze that she's after

Her mind hears no suggestions
She drowns in Freud’s obsessions
I’m the queen of the ball
Keep silence in this hall
My brain's in a stall
She's got you where she wants you
Where she can’t hear you

Nap, nap, nap, they call her the napper
Nap, nap, nap, it’s a snooze that she's after

So, she starts her nappin'
Hoping nothing will happen
She’ll just ignore you
She can snore through, cause you’re a bore too
She’s shut down mind
Don’t wake her up by yelling BOO

Will The SCOTUS now hear arguments in the nursing home she belongs in?




ABS is of the opinion that the Old Commie, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, used to be Ruth Buzzi,  who used to appear on Laugh In:



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