Clothed in glossy black <br />Armed with wooden hammer in hand <br />He climbs to the elevated counter <br />Overlooking fault and truth of yet to hear <br /> <br />When the dull sound of his hammer ruled <br />Arguments began to fill the space <br />There is then the trade of facts and avoidance <br />Artistically articulated by tuxedo wearing legal representatives <br /> <br />Plaintiff againts respondents <br />defendants againts complainants <br />Dios mio my friend Ric <br />These legal terms are mesmerizing me <br /> <br />Because in my under grad <br />Polical Science is not much a subject for me <br />I got 3W in the midterm <br />But my beautiful teacher caught me <br />Staring at her beauty, so in finals I got 3.0.. <br /> <br />Careful spectators, beware of opening your mouth <br />Put your cellphones in silent mode <br />Otherwise Judge Ric will put you in contempt <br />My good friend Ric disliked being bothered <br /> <br />My friend had already sent offenders to other town <br />Fenced with steel especially ordered <br />To keep them stay until the sin is fully paid <br />Long live my friend, without your bravery… <br /> There will be a disordered country <br /> <br />Yes…my friend is clothed in glossy black <br />You see he is only armed with wooden hammer <br />But watch out…there’s 357 and caliber 45 in tucked <br />As he climbs to the elevated counter <br />Careful…his hands are not in wooden table<br /><br />Ayi Escalona<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/judge-ting/
