Contempt - a poem

Contempt

The magic word to “con” and “tempt”

the timid and afraid.

A judge would hide

his true intent,

controlling masquerade.

Psychopaths rule the day

display of fasces shown;

if you complain “disclosure”

you’ve missed it all along.

The mace erect, displayed,

to bludgeon discontent.

but some can see hypocrisy,

and live lives of dissent.

Extending counter symbol,

expressed with finger stiff:

Take your drugs, you punk-ass judge

your power is a myth.

~Jay Vincent