Justice
The Magistrate woke with a sudden volt. 6-12 jumper cables attached at necks bolt.
Powdered Wigs plowed into Satan's pie.
He ventured the streets, like a King he pretended to care.
His gavel soft from over stimulated fair.
Blood flowed like bricks in a box.
He decried to the poor, pox, you cannot pay the price.
You shall pay your weight, like meat on a stick, shriveled and decaying
like this old man's digested track, your life is mine, your bones I grind.
I have a friend, I think ?... He is a financier.
Your soul has no value, your thoughts are useless.
Suck up my puke, and lick through my shit.
I have a friend, I think?... He is a tax collector.
From your rotting carcass he will feed tonight.
From those you procreate, a farmers delight!
I have a friend, I think?...He is my representative.
With my vote he will win and give me nothing but a psychotic grin.
I have a friend, I think?... He is my doctor.
Today I have cancer, a fight I can not win!
I have a friend I think?... He is a musician,
who's music I shall never really hear.
I have a friend I think?... it is all the people I will never know,
for whom, my love will never shed a tear.
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