Courtroom BLUES

Two feet... Ten minutes... Three feet no pressure Payments or classes and for some even detainment A room of unfamiliar faces searching for a familiar gesture All i need is an extension for missing my arraignment Whether it be for a misdemeanor or felony. Never matters there's always a fee The waiting is taking its toll, my lack of patience overwhelms me I fight the urge that compels me to act out disorderly Just as i reached my boiling point i hear... 'window 8 please' I approach ecstatically only to be told quite rudely- This is the wrong line sir! Over there is where you need to be! Two feet... Ten minutes ... Three feet no pressure finally a face in the window locked eyes with me Who me? Could it be, hopefully... ...on second thought - i angrily thought IT ***ING BETTER BE!!!