The Legal Limit
listening in my head
to Berlioz while writing
at my desk when suddenly
next to me was the Poetry
Police pulling me over it seems
for writing more then ten in a
twenty four hour zone
i froze slowly putting
my pen down while thinking
"piltdown man" brain filed for
possible somewhat useful use
or just some other clutter to
confuse me later down the road
when my thoughts were broken by
sir do you know how fast you
we're writing and i not knowing
trying to slip under the radar said
ten thinking that's pretty slow so
don't just write i also don't speed
read and then he said exactly so
i felt a calm of relief slip over me but
sir it seems that was too fast i should
have said seven or something lower and
as i lowered my head i said officer can't
you let my record stay paperlessly
blank and a blank stare is what i
received for it seems i had committed
this crime many times and so
stood up he said no need for cuffs but
i'm giving you a warning this is the
last for i'm warning you next time i
won't take too kindly the way your mind
is making this seem such a travesty so
mind you this is your last time or you'll
spend time in one of Poe's walls or
floor boards so por favor take this
warning and take care by safely
writing slowly in a twenty four hour
zone but not to worry i have issued
many with the same issue so sign on
the dotted line you awkwardly swerved
and so by doing so aknowledge this WUI
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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