Just-is

Justice, the word in the beginning;
             justice, the long and short of it,
             sneaks out of the corner of day
             to day, and stares you in your
             eyes which have seen nothing.
 
             The creep, the loser, the dimwit
             lazyass who deserves no better
             as he knows no better, no better
             than he knew yesterday, or yesterday’s
             yesterday, when the reckoning stopped
for want of time.
 
For want, the need in the beginning;
            for want, the long and short of it,
            week-kneed, well-wanted, well-
            watered need now stands with bowl
            in hand for need of lack of want.
 
Justice, Capital-ized.

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