Poetic Justice - Part 1

When stretched forever is my day I while the empty hours away in courtrooms dank with men of silk proud and tall lawmakers all step lightly lest you meet their ilk Attorneys and stenographers lawyers and interpreters each word they spake is tongue-in-cheek; lear-ned judges, advocates prosecutors, barristers spew Latin which could well be Greek The courtroom's packed the gallery stacked the charge is one of pilfering the bookie sets last-minute bets: "10 to 1 his head will swing." From the ord'ly fing'ring his rosary: "Court's in session! Silence! Zip it!" His Lordship enters sans his dentures sucks his thumb and looks decrepit Eyes his gavel sneers: "You're evil! my thumb is swollen and beet-red you'll be detained when next again I miss and hit my thumb instead. "The weather vane predicted rain today I'll suffer agony you caveman's hammer how did you till now escape technology?" To put it mild, the crowd goes wild but for the shifty-eyed accused Judge Weatherstorm stays true to form: he keeps his audience amused Th' accused meanwhile with comely smile winks at M'Lord to cut him slack he'll cop a plea of not guilty tho' evidence against him's stacked The star witness non compos mentis brain well-addled by Alzheimer's mounts the stand bows to his fans with clenched fist vows the truth to utter ... (PART 2 TO FOLLOW) 28.04.2011 (This is a work of fiction in its entirety and merely a satirical look at our corrupt justice system.)