Justice Cardozo Ruled a Fool

Banished from solons’ many homes, I watch Troops of scuffling scriveners crowd and plea. The matters of the very poor they botch And mutter to themselves their plaint: money. My crime: insist a robed miscreant not The matters of my many clients try. Before him their dear interests can but rot While his brother judges praise him high. That judges judge a judge my foolish plea. His crimes when done by others they condemn. I interfered they said with just decrees, A burden on lawyers who gifted him. Gifts to the judge returned - Cardozo’s rule, Now held to be the ravings of a fool