Justice Daydream

Justice in the heat of day mama sings and bubba play, here’s the song of law today if only I would have my say On my Harley-Davidson spraying nazis with my bun, racists,white supremacists holy rollers, oh what fun No need for courts or cops or lawyer, just collect your cream cakes from the foyer, clear the town of excrement, hail vigilante merriment! On the list is Trump and Wallace, to see them splashed would bring sweet solace, next are bankers and anti-gays, followed by pro-life, I’m in a daze! My justice dreams are now fulfilled, stuffed stupid mouths, with cake all filled, now their rantings fade to smoke, and on justice cake I hope they choke! Peter Lewis Holmes: written for justice contest 24/8/15