A dark nursery rhyme, or maybe a song lyric...Probably something for insertion into a short story...


Justice Is A factory

Justice is a factory
its mighty and its big
but it is distant and obtuse
administered by prigs...
Justice is a baking sheet
covered with crescent rolls
they lie there dormant in the sun
and to the courts they're sold...
The court is just a giant hall
filled with separate cells
the creatures within have peeling skin
and warts with funny smells...
They keep them wet and moving
and hose them when they yell
and when their clothes stick to their skin
they know they've entered hell.
The prison is a factory
an assembly line affair
and when you pass, they beat your ass
and pull out tufts of hair.
So Justice is a monster
a big white Baleen Whale
and if it wills, it will give you chills
as it sinks you with your sails.
and if it wills, it will give you chills
as it sinks you with your sails.
JZRothstein 9/25/2013




Poetry by Jeffrey Z Rothstein
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Written on 2013-10-02 at 17:42

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