Solid oak benches and ivory gavels,
before twenty four eyes the story unravles.

Two proper people with coat and a tie,
sifting through time balancing lie.

One stoic person the host of it all,
witness by witness the warriors call.

Gods the witness of analytical wit,
with the black robe of balance perfectly fit.

When the proceedings were tied all in a bow,
the twenty four eyes were lead in a row.

As they walked out in elegant style,
there wasn't a sound not even a smile.

The whispers began and the gavel did sound,
the black robe arose and dissmissed all around.

They left the areana to come back again,
they fired up their smokes and cackled like hens.

Silently they bet on who ever wins.
judging the host of his accused sins.

The twenty four eyes were told not to come,
until all their mouths echoed as one.

The heart of the eyes to the escort he said,
we've reached our decission it's time to be read.

Inside the granite the echo did sound,
back in the arena it's time for last round.

Entered the black robe and every one stood,
he swung the ivory knocking on wood.

Down he sat as did the rest,
everyone waited for the heart to attest.

The black robe did speak in a concerning way,
24 eyes what do u say?

The heart took the paper and said this we found,
this man is guilty and the black robe did sound.

I have heard all the papers and seen all the words,
your milk is spoiled and filled with large curds.

Ettiquete is right and rudness is wrong,
your out of key, with humanities song.


In the blind ladys home with the keepers of time,
you must reform till I change my mind.

Obeying the rules spending your time,
Paying back pentance for all of your crime.

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