Many without statureHad donned the gownImpossible to predict If worse was in storeBars were brimmingWith designated silksLitigants spoilt for choiceCouldn't take it anymoreMilords had openedAvenues and windowsMajority are shut nowExcept the back doorNo one can throw out The undeservedly let inThey continue merrilyTo wreak havoc galoreEven good swimmersWill now need a lifelineThose who couldn't swimEasily reached the shoreNo method of choosingWill pass every musterBetter abolish the systemIt's not working anymore...
