...and then came the judge
What a spectacle. Wig to the floor
Cleaning the jurors feet with it's majesty
The mimes all lined up for a sneak peak
All boxed in with nowhere to go
What a show!

Children lined up from countries away
To get a glimpse of the suspected
Sweating bullets,
Bullets which the state collected in
plastic bags as evidence.
Every drop counted towards a solid sentence.

Spin around on the merry-go-rhombus
What a pompous prick
To his own credit, he didn't pay a dime
for those shoes.
Take a bow sir, and sit your *** down
As we gather around the quarter.

You'll need to pay more attention
If you expect to fool a judge
of the law
of the state
of the country
of God
Of all people, profess your love to this one
And by love I mean green love, savvy?
Love of reflections and dastardly dreams
Love that makes love obsolete
And love that rots bones to diamonds
And don't forget to include a tip for that attention

The pundit just punned it
What a suprise.
Yawn.
The sentence at eleven on ten at five.
Too bad for the news station, recess is over
Children are back in their classrooms
Telecasters are back in their playgrounds
And the judge sits there,
staring down, Wig to the floor
Cleaning the jurors feet with it's majesty

And for the first time in my life,
I thought I heard a heartbeat
And in that beat the world spoke

"To be truly saddened by an event
for which you have not yet committed
and most likely will not commit, to be
struck with guilt, a coma of urgency,
to part, to withstand, to migrate your
interest for just one second, one beat,
one moment of my time and yours,
foolishness."

The judge peaks, his wig lifts
the room is black
lights covered with false hair
people unfazed by the atypical movements
...and then left the judge