Hold on there, Clarence,
You’re upsetting my friends;
These are people I’ve known for years.
And you there, Sam,
You’re imposing your will
Too much! (like Brett and his beers)
Neil and Amy, won’t you
Get a grip, please,
On the job you’re supposed to do.
And John, I appreciate
Your balancing act,
But the scales you hold are askew.
I don’t heed the loud call
To pack the big court
With more judges who are more fair.
I just wish that the ones
Who I’ve mentioned today
Would pack up now and end this nightmare.