The Purple Headed Warrior Judge

The court judge and his dangler,
Were shriveled indeed,
his power so absolute never justified,
People hated him and his righteousness,
Fat paychecks insulate his world view,
Even his children knew he was a John Thomas, a manhood, or meat Popsicle,
They pretend to love him but he loved power,
And unjust power at that,
Corrupt and taking,
Ruthless, arrogant,
But the homeless man roadside knew the judge was a pork sword,
He couldn't hide he was a Russell love muscle,
All those years of bad courting,
In that unjust system left him with the look,
The boloney pony look,
The kind one can't wash off,
Deep in his core,
Everyone knew he was a bald headed yogurt slinger,
Pure 100 percent beef thermometer,
That judge was an example of injustice,
Dingus, ding dong, and a pink tractor beam,
With nice house