When you come near to me

I know you’ve merely painted it on for me to see

That smile, that silly gentleness, in the approach

And I’d like to broach the subject

Of your sincerity

Which you have an occasion to use as a tool

To get you somewhere fast, for free

And I’d like to measure the length of your Justice

Which I’ve known all along was bent out of shape

And I’m not surprised by your complaint

That to measure Justice is a mistake

We both know it reveals those who are on the take

Always taking, never giving

(Unless something received for free, from the dead or the living)

And I’d like to broach the subject

Of your humility

Which I’ve noticed you’ve worked on, with window dressing

So that it resembles a civility, of sorts

But comes with an assortment of retorts

Not to be confused as such

And certainly not to be confused

As anything that’s Just

You say in your defense that you’re just using your common sense

But Justice says in its defense that good sense is anything but common, player

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