An auditorium of people,
I wade here
in this place,
a pool of strange faces
& the organizers act as if
we've got nothing better to do.
Imagine this,
a five dollar per diem
for wasting my time.
This process seems as
messed up as the system.
But then again.
there could be trials
without jurors,
then we'd really be ******
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
An auditorium of people,
I wade here
in this place,
a pool of strange faces
& the organizers act as if
we've got nothing better to do.
Imagine this,
a five dollar per diem
for wasting my time.
This process seems as
messed up as the system.
But then again.
there could be trials
without jurors,
then we'd really be ******
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