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Jun 2020
Look out folks
Here come da judge
10 feet tall 'n' has a grudge
He won't waffle
He don't fudge
Bangs his gavel
Like a sledge
He'll look at you
Like you are sludge

He don't hesitate
He don't play
You won't even have a say
You don't walk the
Christian way?
He'll put you in
His jail today!

He's not funny
He is mean!
He will judge you
Sight unseen
He'll just hear
Your cheese is green
And he will
Look down
With a lean.

He makes decisions
Bangs his gavel
Makes judgments with
His Christian babble
He will say that
You can't travel
If you transgress
Your unraveled
He thinks poor folks are
The rabble.

Yep. He's a "Christian"
And judgmental
But he's just angry
'Coz he's mental

Yep. He's mental
It is true.
So don't let him
Make you blue
His only tongue
Is in his shoe

The opinion that matters
Is God and YOU.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) June 2020
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