Entering the courtroom you must
Be prepared for anything. You may
Be tossed a robe and expected
To sit up high, rendering judgments.
Equally, you may have to put on
Clothes that don't fit, a jailhouse pallor
And a look of anxious guilt as you mutter
"Not guilty, Your Honor." Or you may
Be left almost featureless prepared
To be the spectator who's wandered in
Since it's raining and he's nowhere else to be.
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