Gavel

"Come on, believe in miracles."
No, no, no!
Gavel! Gavel! Gavel!

"My fixie has a low ratio."
Wimp, wimp, wimp!
Gavel! Gavel! Gavel!

Melanie glowers from on high
Upon all those whose end is nigh.
Adjusts her wig, brow furrowed in thought.
You cannot plead, now the gavel has dropped.

It's really not that hard to do--
Please, please, please,
Gavel! Gavel! Gavel!

The world languishes in lieu
Of your fine
Gavel...

They write dull stories.
You had to read them.
That movie "Face/Off"--
You had to watch it.
But now you have
The implement
With which you can adjudicate!

Melanie glowers from on high
Upon all those whose end is nigh.
Adjusts her wig, brow furrowed in thought.
You cannot plead, now the gavel has dropped!