A Poem: Ode to the Scales

Is she fishy
only
to a
few?

Was she designed
like this on purpose?

Or
is it to
only
fool the unwary?

Her scales seem balanced,
but on closer inspection
one
slightly
t
i
1
t
s.

Her sword,
like a bloodthirsty
raiding barbarian,
sharp and ready to cut
those foolish enough
to question her intentions.

She seems to be blindfolded,
but
sneakily
peeks
under
her silky cloth.

Blind justice you call her?

Equal justice for all?

Yeah, right!

She smells like
rotten fish on
a
scorching
summer day.

Her scales are so heavy
they’re ready
to fall
off.

It’s all fishy.

Money, power, and
a badge set you free

All the rest are
sacrificed like virgins
to appease the gods.

Need proof?

Okay, you asked for it.

They sodomized him
with a plunger, but
went unpunished.

Their badges saved them.

Blam, blam, blam,
Add thirty-eight
more to those.
The cell phone
looked like a gun!
But forty-one times?

Their badges saved them.

Not fishy enough for you?

Alright, how about this?

They have WMDs,
we should attack them.
Boom, Boom, Boom.
Add another
million more.

No WMDs.

“Sorry, my intelligence
failed me.”

That’s an understatement!

Clank,
clank,
clank.

The scales shift again.

He sold drugs to
feed the family.
Well, fifteen years
ought to teach him
it’s wrong.

She shot the pedophile
who molested her since
she was a little girl.
Well, twenty-five years
should make her
reflect on her crime.

Yes, the virgins are
sacrificed once again
to appease the gods.

Need more to understand?

There’s no more room.
Just look at the scales
closely.

Look, look!

There they go shifting again.

Yeah,
she’s a fishy
gal alright!