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I'm squirming in a chair of oak,
with narrow arms.  My buttocks numb,
and all the while the clock ticks on.

While folks are grim, with furrowed brows,
'We're all lined up in two long rows
of growing thirst, and restless legs
and hunger for a breath of air

Like sardines in a can of worms,
we are strange, unlikely shipmates, torn
between one lawyer's  limped  plea --
the other shark who disagrees

Gray flannel suit, the stiff white shirt.
with slicked down hair, accusing words
persuades a few with his hot air
The penguin in the cheap black suit
has spewed a lengthy declaration, 
(a quite contrary explanation)).

Until my mind is torn in two
and in a room we must decide
Confined inside, a dozen votes
where six say yay, six more say nope!

We're hanging by thin rope  for days
and word has spread, the judge has spoken 

He has finally coped with deadlocked folks
But sternly looks a bit provoked
We sit there like a row of stones
of wounded souls.  We are excused!
Declares a mistrial........what a joke!

The accused is sitting, poker faced
I think I saw a guilty trace?
(Or innocence,....a tell-tale trace?)

We grope for keys, and leave our thrones
And as I'm walking out the door
No longer needed any more
The task was more than I could gnaw
A stale-mate!  Since the case was flawed!

As we file out,  our task is done
I spy the guy....,     Should I be blunt?
The one accused, lights up a smoke. 
Am I a nut, to simply ask ?
I'll just be frank, my last hurrah.....
 

               "Pardon me, did you break the law????" 

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