Some ailments are known,
Such as influenza.
Who on earth can own
One like affluenza?
Well, one asshole judge,
Lock, stock and barrel,
Bought it with a nudge,
Ruling close and narrow.
How a pampered teen,
Full of booze and drug X,
Could be judged as green --
He did four, bright lives hex!
A slap on the wrist,
That they call probation,
Gave the law a twist,
Rattled the whole nation.
Thus, defiance-proof,
Having won his freedom,
He then raised the roof –
No need, now, to be mum.
Sensing that the law
Thereabout was sniffing,
With enabling Maw,
Quickly, he went missing.
Strange it is how this
Ailment is accepted
For a kid of piss,
Vinegar and hopped-head.
Just because he's rich,
And each wish was granted,
Why should this crass bitch
Pass, 'cause he's recanted?!
Curious it is
For those whose chains rattled
Through cen'tries, as this
Nation's humans-cattled.
Some can't get a break,
When it comes to court-stuff.
No count do they take
Of the racist rough-stuff.
What is wrong wit' Y'all?
Why can't y'all keep up?
Y'all ain't now in thrall –
How'd that anger heap up?
There, it's on display –
How the scale of justice
Makes some people pay,
Whereas others must miss.
Still, that wayward youth
Remains out of order,
Money, as we see,
Speaks in any language.
For a lawyer's fee
Or a justice-sandwich.
Let us all agree,
Re the Scales of Justice,
Tipped though they may be,
They're not due for hospice.
Mend them, though we may,
They'll always need fixing.
'Til the final day,
Those scales will be mixing.
So, there, Ethan Couch,
They say it's not your fault.
Others may say, Ouch,
It's not fair; it must halt!
You mayn't be to blame;
Others, though, are guilty,
Quite worthy of shame
And beyond a guilt-plea.
This Union, we say,
Should be made more perfect.
Hallelujah, yay! –
And much less acerbic.
Some ailments are known,
Such as influenza.
Who on earth can own
One like affluenza?
Well, one asshole judge,
Lock, stock and barrel,
Bought it with a nudge,
Ruling close and narrow.
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