The Law Is A Tall Building With Poor Folks On The Ground Floor

Hello says the guard from security.

He wants to know your name.

Wait says the guard from security.

He’s curious why you came.

You need to know somebody.

Know their floor by heart.

You need to know them well.

Or you’ll soon depart.

Fruitless, helpless, on the street.

You won’t meet the peeps with

Whom you can’t compete.

There’s no hello from security.

No guard here to greet.

No guard asks mister top floor’s name.

He comes in three floors deep.

Mister top floor has a back door.

The guards have never seen.

See, the guards exist between

The ground floor and the top floor.

That floor you’ll never see.