Open-mouthed, with painted smile, the clowns stand in formation,

Constantly they shake their heads in cynical negation,

Notwithstanding players skill the clowns will always win,

They walk free from the courtroom and the cycle starts again.

Laughing clowns are those who flaunt their felonies, their crimes,

The upper shelf of criminals, who prey on modern times,

With funds to buy their justice, loot to purchase their immunity,

And perpetrate their horrors on a dumb, hands-tied community.

Occasionally a player will attempt to win the prize,

But many law upholders are corruption in disguise,

They care not for judicial ends, nor heed Astraea’s scales,

Headstone for a witness chiseled: Dead Men Tell No Tales.

That’s why the clowns stand in a line, there’s safety in collusion,

If you have faith in justice, friend, you foster an illusion,

Yes, you can play the laughing clowns, step up, insert the balls,

The game will triumph, right until the final gavel falls.

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