The Thesis: The cycle of recycled crumbs of Mercy and Justice

The little minions in their well ironed black coat

Pristine white shirt breaking the black hues

The strong wind blew the black ties flew

The little minions scurried in the gleaning arches

Of Law School blues.

The little minions scurried, each one protecting

A black book with glistering gold

Forgetting the prices of the blinking gold

Pasted in the thin black book

To passed or perished the book must go

The little minions scurried with blinking gold

To feed justice and mercy with pieces of gold.

The little minions flees

With their fancy booming beast

Fueled with silver and gold.