Arguing Before the Supreme Court

If a corporation is a person,
and if you own a corporation,
aren't you guilty of slavery?

If you own a corporation,
and for religious reasons
you personally do not believe in birth control,
doesn't your (shall we say?) corporation
really need access to health care?

How does one know whether the corporate-person you own
is Protestant, Catholic, Jewish, Islamic, or No Longer Religious,
and how does the corporate-person indicate
that it wants its head covered, or won't eat pork,
or bake a cake for same-sex marriage parties?

If a corporation is a person,
can it marry a corporation of the same sex?

If corporations cannot marry corporations of the same sex,
how do you determine that the law has been broken?

If the percoration, or corperson, lives in Utah
can it have more than one wholly-owned division?

Is you control a corporation,
and sell stock in it,
are you a panderer?

If you take seriously all this talk
about corporations being persons,
with or without religion,
have you gone completely mad
or are you just a little freaky?

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