Lynchy

The part of you we knew, used to play it short, raged at life around you, in this consumer light, you’re gone without a call, not very wise, nothing gives us a clue, no print or written law, if your trail’s well used, did we know your plight, or try to stop you go, with your cards so slight, we’d never be so rude, to bleat of others' woes, hard to make the rules, what we know of you, let us not postpone, stuff that’s hard to do, when you face the Court.