Hands all sweating on that marble desk
letting fear and uneasiness lump into a mess.
You wonder what the future will turn to be
as you know you're gonna have to pay more money.
He hands down a typically unfair fine as usual
and you try to act all non chalet and casual.
You know you've been raped once again
and you know they got a cell to stuff you in.
So you bust your ass, work and scrounge
and spend you evening hours out in a lounge.
Drinking off the pain that the judge handed down
to you, in that courtroom, to make you the clown.
Now you have to sweat your days away.
Working all night just to repay
Some hyped up fee.
Supposedly to make you see
the error in your ways
but what role do they play?
They just rip you off
with a wink and a cough.
No care for how you'll pay
or even to what you might say.
So they hand down a death sentence
Do they even say a daily penance?
Do they think that god enjoys the moral punisher
thinking of the judges as the punishment pusher.
The pusher of pain and sorrow.
making it a worse dawning tomorrow.
Killing people and sentencing them to a hate cell.
I'm sure god looks on jail as a fate worse then hell.

It destroys what you were and were going to be.
It makes you tunnel minded and unable to see
that something that started out can truly turn bad.
For how can jail be good when everyone comes out mad?
All it is, is the largest growing industry on our land
where they'd like to think of criminals as grains of sand.
On this beach of lawlessness and petty crime
where they live off money as well as time.
I'm tired of paying for something that never works
for how can it when we underpay the judges, even the clerks.

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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