Sitting here on the steps of the Supreme Court smoking weed, under the "Equal Justice Under Law" motto, staring into the stars, I've finally figured out what's wrong with Washington, D.C. It's that all the buildings are more or less the same height and there's absolutely no skyline, save for the Washington Monument touching the night sky like a giant middle finger to the world.
The narrator finds himself sitting on the steps of the Supreme Court, smoking marijuana, while contemplating the phrase "Equal Justice Under Law." This moment of reflection leads him to a realization about the uniformity of Washington, D.C.'s architecture. He notes that the buildings are of similar height, creating a lack of a distinctive skyline.
Amidst this sameness, the Washington Monument stands out, symbolizing defiance and individuality. Its towering presence serves as a metaphorical finger raised towards the world, suggesting a critique of the political landscape and the idea of justice in the nation’s capital.
