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justice Gina

in her high court there are no hearings
she has no need to have the other side of any story
nobody has to testify, why bother?
because this Justice, in her colorful blindfold,
the blessed one above all, everyone's mother
has a built-in crystal ball
who would need anything more?
and if a crystal ball stays dark
she keeps hounds that will sniff and sniff
and bark and bark endlessly and pointlessly
until the defendant is harassed enough
then it's easy to interpret his irritation
to condemn him for anything you please
isn't his anger an unquestionable sign of guilt?
who would dare to challenge that?
and if the hounds get tired
she'll invite her friends from the parlor
who know guilty from innocent
by just one look
at his hair and nails, isn't that cute?
there is no way that could fail!
and if that jury is not there
she manages the whole affair
by quoting letters from her ex
(some phrases of which fit any case)
as a verdict, no appeal
there is no need for the faintest inkling of truth
to bother this court when in session
while the defendant is forced to kneel down
while she invents and reinvents the alleged transgression
to fit the purpose of her court
to entertain her hungry-eyed friends
for which Justice Gina cares like no one else
this fine cathedral of disgrace
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