I go into the Miami courthouse
excited to do my thing.
Yet when I step onto the escalator
it’s not what I’d be expecting.
I see those yellow pieces of plastic
Jeez, I now know what to expect.
Those stairs are supposed to be moving
but the machinery is always wrecked.
Now an escalator is hardly unique
nor is it modern high tech.
Because they’re located all over the place
yet in this courthouse, such pieces of drek.
They’re as common as a can be
located all over the place,
But when it’s attached to “Gerstein”
it just screws up my morning pace
I see the guys in the olive jumpsuits
and question why they’re here during the week
Since you’d think in an important civic building
nights and weekends would be a much better seek.
I’ve noticed that pungent smell of lubricant
ever since the days of Camacho Adrienne.
Isn’t it natural to feverishly scream out,
“When will it ever end?”
Since I only know the law
and I don’t mean to be off tick,
It’s just it’s taken too many years
To get those damn machines fixed.
So if you’re last name is Redding or Rush,
I totally love what you do.
But if you dust down and oil up those metal steps
After so much time maybe it should be adieu to you?
The escalators are not my only qualm
Other things affect my biz
I don’t appreciate those yellow-taped off restrooms
When I gotta really a take a wiz