Where's The Justice? Poem by Tony Avila Sampson

The judge appointed me a bushy eyebrow attorney named Tucker,
He wears a pok-a-dot shirt, wide pants and looks like a big fat trucker,
With a part-time job at the zoo, Mr. Tucker's a very slow flea plucker;

May finish law school one day, Mr. Tucker is short, round and heavyset;
'Enough...' said the judge, 'Mr. Tucker is the ooonly one you'll get.'
'Now let's get on with your case before your name, ...well, I now forget.'

While talking with a high pitched voice, Tucker then exclaimed,
'In this indictment, is that my client who might be named? '
'Mr. DA, this I ask and only this, ...Has my client yet been framed? '

The DA shouted, 'I frame quickly. I'm handy with a tape measure.'
'His height, width and length is that.This gives me, oh, great pleasure.'
'Only deal the people offer is one freshly used, resize coffin treasure.'

There was something I just had to say, I could not hold it back,
'But where's the justice in this court? I know you've all lost track! '
The judge snapped back, ' 'Just-Us' is here, it's written on this plaque.'

The judge's voice echoed deep, 'Here, jailbirds never fly... '
The judge looked down his nose and said, 'You're about to die! '
I saw the judge smile at me, then he winked his crooked eye;

The DA chimed in, 'We provide the burial hole, I find it so deserved'
'It's located at the County Dump and I hope that he's so unnerved.'
The judge said, 'The record does reflect that just-us was duly served.'

I yelled, 'A parking ticket, that's all I got, now sentenced as that given? '
Giggling, the judge said, 'Bailiff, take him away', he wore a frightful grin,
'Mr. Tucker, now you get your next client, ... Bailiff, bring him right on in.'


(2007)