I was hungry for some justice... a lament for Sandy

I was hungry for some justice - the best that I could find,
perhaps a pound of jurisprudence from a great judicial mind?

I started in a ghetto
in a forgotten broken mile
it was full of squalid little hovels
and here I shopped a while

I bought a sixpence worth of sympathy
and three pennies worth of tears
a carry-bag of misery
and a basket full of fears

then two dozen long excuses
came so very cheap
so I bought them all unthinkingly
and then went home to sleep

I was hungry for some justice -the best that I could find,
perhaps a pound of jurisprudence from a great judicial mind?

I went searching in a shopping mall
so invitingly secure
there was muzak all around me
and a welcome on the door

and everywhere was shiny
and they were all so very nice
and any justice you care to name
could be bought at any price

but upon awakening next morning
I found to my surprise
I'd bought a trolley full of promises
and a long receipt of lies

I was hungry for some justice - the best that I could find,
perhaps a pound of jurisprudence from a great judicial mind?

 So I called upon my chauffeur
and informed him I would dine
then I bought a brace of issues
and some fine expensive wine

And the Club was full of bonhomie
an absolute delight
we partied all that afternoon
and well into the night

and imagine my astonishment
when I awoke upon a cloud?
an American in paradise?
it makes me feel so proud