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good judgment

“I’m your honor or judge” was the statement at the beginning of court session

I’m your reason you have a job!  said a voice in the back

“you will respect me in this court room”

why do you deserve respect  what’s your name?

“I have a profession of law and well educated on this bench”

I also have a profession of safe cracking and quite successful at that

“if you’re so good at what you do then why are you here?”

someone at the entry way told me to come in and sit down
and that you’d be right along. I just wanted to let you know
that the safe here is one that I have never seen the insides of 
until this morning and with cobwebs I cleaned it out. 
now you can judge how I did that. It was my honor!

“guard, bring that man up to me”
“You have a right to remain silent”
yes I do, but you should be silent also, if the mayor hears about
this you will lose your title and your job and you can 
take that to the bank where my next job will be.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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