The courthouse fills a city block,
Its facade gray and bleak and squat,
The columns massive upward reach,
One wonders who's entombed beneath.

To get inside requires much
Security to pass, and such,
No guns, no knives, no razor blades
Escape the guards' relentless gaze.

Inside, the hallways and the benches
Are filled with dopers, dudes and wenches,
All waiting for their day in court,
For many it's the last resort
Before the judge's big decision
Which sends them packing off to prison.

There's civil cases of all sorts,
Including damages for torts,
Divorces, suits in equity,
Small claims, disputes for lawyer's fee.

It's life and death on every floor,
It's legal "Katie, Bar the Door."
But worse than the dog barking case,
It's hell to find a parking place.

Comments:

comment by troutbend on July 8, 2008 3:49 PM ()

I've had the same thought. It's kind of fun that we think so much alike..

reply by catdancer on July 14, 2008 8:00 AM ()