Justice isn't poetic anymore.
It's all a roll of dice, played by men and mice.
From silver tongues justice now comes,
Just cop a plea, then you will see.
It truly is sad, define good and bad.
In the courtroom the lawyers all battle,
In the gym they use a paddle.
I myself, have attested, for the time I was arrested.
Yet I turned in a guilty plea,
it cost me lots of money for them to set me free.
