Justice Was Once a Nice Queen
Celebrate,
celebrate having known her,
her shallow depth and deep cold-heartedness
the seriousness that was ever there,
the facade, the pump and pain.
Celebrate the knowledge you are privileged to share,
with your family and friends, knowledge through unsavory remembrance.
Justice is but a walking shadow,
always whispering high tide, fresh bread.
And I have to yell back, no pennies, Prima Donna!
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