Many without stature
Had donned the gown
Impossible to predict
If worse was in store
Bars were brimming
With designated silks
Litigants spoilt for choice
Couldn't take it anymore
Milords had opened
Avenues and windows
Majority are shut now
Except the back door
No one can throw out
The undeservedly let in
They continue merrily
To wreak havoc galore
Even good swimmers
Will now need a lifeline
Those who couldn't swim
Easily reached the shore
No method of choosing
Will pass every muster
Better abolish the system
It's not working anymore...