And now the wooden gavel came hurtling down through the air

And Casey stood awatching it in classic psychopathic glare

Close by the sturdy bailiffs stood, absolutely sure “Guilty” would be read

“That ain’t my duct tape or DNA”, said Casey

Not Guilty! the jury foreman read

From the benches full of gawking people there went up a muffled roar

Like the beating of the artificial waves on a close by Disney hotel shore

Kill her! Kill the lawyers! shouted someone, possibly Nancy Grace and friends

And its likely they would have killed her hadn’t Judge Perry raised his hand

Oh somewhere in this favored land, the sun is shining bright

A Beatles tribute band is playing in Vegas and somewhere hearts are light

And somewhere men are laughing and somewhere justice will prevail

But there is no joy in Orlando or on CNN

Crazy Casey just made bail