For all Jury Duty Lovers
How do I love jury duty?
Let me count the ways.
I would never have ever learned to play spades.
I sampled all the coffee and experienced the fresh air.
I learned I could stay put more than three hours in a chair.
I read all the paper and talked more on the phone.
With 100”s of these people, I could never be alone.
I looked all around me there was joy everywhere.
All were on vacation from their jobs.
None seemed to really care.
As the icicles were formed on each human being there, we couldn’t
ask for heat we were frozen to the chairs!
One channel on tv. I’m sure they hid the remote.
All because I had a license and had registered to vote.
With frozen breath, our ears listened for each name.
Oh darn it they interrupted my monopoly game.
I couldn’t afford to eat in the dingy basement down there.
The price of a tuna sandwich no appetite here.
The price $4.35 was supposed to make us happy that day.
But $!.50 for a cone I paid.
The telephones were placed by AT and T there in hopes that the
people would deposit all their bus fare.
In a prison wagon we came and went back again.
“Put your keys in that bucket.” “Oh radar again!”
“Punch all your tickets. You don’t have to pay.”
What more do you want ? You get $5.00 per day.
And if you reach 4 days and you don’t get called $40.00 pay
You complain you’ve got gall!
Yes, I left Alaska that day with hopes that my duty would soon pass
away.
But I was reminded as I walked down the hall what a privilege I
received to be called!
How do I love jury duty?
Let me count the ways.
I would never have ever learned to play spades.
I sampled all the coffee and experienced the fresh air.
I learned I could stay put more than three hours in a chair.
I read all the paper and talked more on the phone.
With 100”s of these people, I could never be alone.
I looked all around me there was joy everywhere.
All were on vacation from their jobs.
None seemed to really care.
As the icicles were formed on each human being there, we couldn’t
ask for heat we were frozen to the chairs!
One channel on tv. I’m sure they hid the remote.
All because I had a license and had registered to vote.
With frozen breath, our ears listened for each name.
Oh darn it they interrupted my monopoly game.
I couldn’t afford to eat in the dingy basement down there.
The price of a tuna sandwich no appetite here.
The price $4.35 was supposed to make us happy that day.
But $!.50 for a cone I paid.
The telephones were placed by AT and T there in hopes that the
people would deposit all their bus fare.
In a prison wagon we came and went back again.
“Put your keys in that bucket.” “Oh radar again!”
“Punch all your tickets. You don’t have to pay.”
What more do you want ? You get $5.00 per day.
And if you reach 4 days and you don’t get called $40.00 pay
You complain you’ve got gall!
Yes, I left Alaska that day with hopes that my duty would soon pass
away.
But I was reminded as I walked down the hall what a privilege I
received to be called!