70.

A Song by T Willy and the Heavy Tweed:

Dahlia Lithwick

That's the moniker

and you really can conjure with it. 

Maybe not with the first second 

third or fourth 

but by the fifth kick 

of ratiocination

you're gonna get it

from the street 

to the highest court in the nation.

Does your decision smell too oily thick?

Your wordy rescission 

she'll cut down to the quick.

And if you even try to fudge 

your latest judgment 

Well, let's just say you'll wish you'd had the brains to call in sick. 

So don't you, Justice Thomas, 

Fuss and cuss and hope to metaphorically bomb us. 

Don't reach for guns or brickbats: 

Sit back and have a cola soda. 

Here comes the coda: 

Dahlia Dahlia Lithwick 

Sarah thinks it rhymes with lipstick.