Tyne, Graduate Of Assesors Poem by James McLain

And Tyne, is loyal title held by graduates of assesors.
She of they whom have passed the second of the two examinations
qualifying for a career in a people filled profession
and such as being nudged,
she judges, medical, these psycological for the hospital, the public.
Customers being needed she is pumped up higher looking down.
Assisted by this living testament 'people's assessors'
drawing them out in thought then speach being beatiful and drawn back in she always neatly, is.
Much like the absent minded juror, looking through the foggy mirror
whom saw to much then goes off to never lose much sleep,
to much in thought, they sit around and wait.
From lost citizens found throughout the community.
They do not rule on matters of the mind, but can allow or deny
any beating heart these patients overruled, objections.
When the assement is completed the Doctor and the people when assessed decide on a thoughtful verdict.
Which nearly sometimes breathing, always is.