A Feared Justice

A lot of body shifts by an inch, While vengeful killer teeth they clench: A prosecutor is addressing The Bench, Concerning dastardly murder of a wench By a whisky-soaked German French Whom he’s sure could also in Vodka drench! Shovel handy they could dig The Quickest Trench And from Prosecutor A Talkative life wrench, His tongue-less corpse for A Disgracing Stench … And maximally in the next one hour, They shall all Waiters for Justice devour Between The Adjudged Sweet and The Thought Sour All the fine bakery with its flour, Because read they can the legible unfairness And God so kind, sharp of awareness.