There once was a man who was right,
Not as in left, but in plight.
To wrong was impossible for he,
The gentleman from thirty-three.
Twas justice that stood by his side;
that illusion of correctness to hide
murder and thievery,
all sorts of illegals,
that no one would normal confide,
to another. Imprisonment would be their cry.
He was safe.
This power allowed him to fly.
And he knew, oh how he knew of this manipulation.
The world with him having no regard to his violation.
State an opinion and all would agree there.
He once told a group that it was a pear.
Quite a spectacle it was until he left,
And no one would no