Haiku From the Jury Room

Grizzled, worn, snarling,
the Jury Room Matriarch
rules with Iron Paw.

Oh Child, please stop
screeching.  Snoring Woman is
darned near bad enough.

The florescent tee
makes his bald head glow orange.
Some new garb, perhaps.

I appreciate
the experience that's nigh;
but these chairs do suck.

I should have had my
chiropractor excuse me
from Jury Duty.