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You Lousy Pigs

You lousy Pigs just gave me a speeding ticket. I won't pay it, you know where you can stick it! You lousy Pigs don't frighten me by putting your hands on your guns. I'll kick you both in the nads and you'll be lying on the ground when I'm done. I just mooned you and now I'm covering your ticket with pee. Why the hell are you lousy Pigs slapping the handcuffs on me? (This is a fictional poem.)

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 3/21/2015 10:55:00 PM

G'day Randy... I'll tell you what Randy. Your poem may be fictional to you, but it sure as hell ain't to thousands of others every day. I hope the guilty don't take your advice though. Thanks for the giggle - Lindsay

Old Buck

Date: 3/21/2015 3:54:00 PM

Randy: Until you mentioned "fictional", I was getting prepared to send you bail. We have speed cameras in our area. Many feel as you express. "Why you pickin on me?" I'll just mention, you catch more flies with honey that with vinegar. :o) Thanks for sharing. oldbuck