Best Kangaroo Court Poems
1. Big Brother
Big Brother's protecting his mice
with a secret eavesdropping device.
If you hang up the phone
he'll just send in a drone
when a warrant won't really suffice.
2. Neutrality
The internet's meant to be free,
yes for all, such as you, such as me.
But now there's some doubt -
will it lose all its clout
with the death of neutrality's spree?
3. Privacy
'twas surely our forefather's dread
all our emails would someday be read.
Now that push comes to shove
by the powers above,
private thoughts must now stay in our head.
4. Guantanamo
Guantanamo bay's a resort
where the fishing's a fabulous sport -
with your back on a board
tepid water is poured
spawning tales for a kangaroo court.
5. Banks
To bountiful bailouts give thanks
for there's nothing much richer than banks -
making money galore
taking homes from the poor
while they're managing mortgaging pranks.
6. Health
If you live in the States don't get sick
(lest a cut of the upper class clique).
Whether injured or ill
all they'll give you's a pill -
if you're lucky you'll surely die quick.
7. Economy
Our economy's doing just fine
lying dead with a slug in the spine.
So come follow the call
where there's money for all
and pure profit's the bottom-most line.
8. Safety
Vigilantes and cops are wide spread -
as for justice… not even a shred.
The avengers of right
score when stalking the night
so beware of a cap in the head.
They call you the fallen one,with short tuffted curls
the one responsible for the chaos in the world
you may be the cause,as we live the effect
but your time is near,as you continue to infect
Like an invisible predator,you prey on the weak
like a pride of lions,you pounce on the meek
false pride as it is,your rebellious tirades
the lamb shall arrive to expose your charade
You've enjoyed this sadomasochism way too much
mad puppeteer with an unseen touch
unconscionable,incorrigible,shameless you believe
disgraced by your own doing,from tricks up your sleeve
There are some whom believe,even you have a purpose
hard to conceive,as you delight being murderous
ravager of souls and the misled conscience
fantasy and fallacy are amusements fictitious
But I...
Sheathed in light,resistant to your malice
filled to the brim like a holy chalice
illusory charms deflect from the scene
impermeable am I,to your vicious deeds...
especially,
how you conduct your kangaroo court......
Swings and hides in the kangaroo court.
The bulldog drops him with one report.
He struggles and fights to stay on his feet.
His fancy footwork skips every beat.
Bob and weave, stick and move.
He floats like a kangaroo with no groove.
Pathetic and weak and nothing original.
He hides in the bush like an aboriginal.
Come on sparky, show me something new.
Are you tired of the bulldog beating you black and blue?
A kick in the rear is what you need.
Your sorry punches are lacking speed.
You think you’re cool with your big mouth.
True north is where I am. You’re going south.
You’ve got no power to your punch.
This Bulldog eats Kangaroos for lunch.
Judging Others…
whimsical law?
It is a kangaroo court,
and the clowns have just arrived.
Dressed in suits and ties,
eating pies.
They think they know best,
they have been put to the test.
Liars on fire…
every “one”.
Taking care of a tiger,
that eats cheese crackers…
for breakfast,
can be dangerous.
to you…
and to others.
You are stupid,
with your wishes…
that make fishes die.
You are selfish,
with your demands.
You do not care.
you dare,
to be first,
until the last,
and then fast…
you find,
your hair on fire,
and you are begging
for relief…
from the very
thing, you wanted,
more than life…
itself!
"Without Within"
It just takes one over-zealous do-gooder
to set the dominos of destruction on a roll
and the war begins
without within
within without
heaven was trampled that day
the kangaroo court had its way
and all dreams were blugeoned to death
heads rolled soaked in blood and revenge
each day the impermanence glitched
to return to poetic permanence
This is how the war begins
within without
without within
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“The darkness you see when you close your eyes is Kali.”
The kangaroo
Is the star witness in
The kangaroo court
First you lemming sway to the left,
then you ostrich sway to the right
No straight talk movement is motive necessary
on Leper Rabbit Foot Devil’s Night
Now a-moral slug limbo very Dixie Antebellum low ...
just how deep down apartheid dirt South can you go
Next, Pharisee kangaroo court jump so Sadducee sky high ...
just how crucifixion far Siberian gulag North can you fly
Shadow dance of oppression,
next gen protesters
gotta learn yesteryear’s lesson
Mamba flag march
to the Caesar marionette bayonet beat
Rumba puppet roll
to the Roman Pied Pier a-patriotic feet
Duckie, duckie walkie ...
chicken-heart, no-ruffle web toe shuffle
Head bobble, leg wobble ...
knee bending to the sound byte kerfuffle
Demonic oppression prance,
lifetaker
pull the plug from the socket
Snatch the idol coins in the purse
Serpentine shadow dance,
rainmaker
shake down the lewd pockets
For the brimstone firewater curse
Lastly, you chimp chump,
Wall flower lean saber rattle swing to the left
Then swine sucker,
lip-pucker snail snivel hip wiggle to the right
Do a cockatrice crush move lying groove on your scaly belly
No straight gate, pearly truth motion is required tango telly
I DON’T WANT HIM
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I’m Pontius Pilate and here’s something I need to share
As of this moment I wash my hands of the entire affair
You’re saying this guy’s a heretic meddling in all we know
Heard he’s asking questions threatening the status quo
Started a riot at the temple all the money lenders felt
Holding up the faithful and relieving them of their gelt
And what about that nonsense of raising up the dead
Feeding that great multitude with just a minor spread
Blessing the boatmen delivering great hordes of fish
I heard he’s walked on water a trait for me, I wish
He does all these wonders and never asks for gold
He claims his gifts are freedoms never bought or sold
Well okay fellows what is it you want me to do
Look the other way when the vig takers accuse a jew
I’ll convene a kangaroo court stacked with your friends
But the Romans will eat the blame when all this chaos ends
We’ll give the public a choice Jesus or Barrabas, the thief
Shills in courtyard will condemn him causing you no grief
Death for this interloper a menace to the institution
Death for these crimes crucifixion a common execution
Bound to a cross three days, before taking his last look
Thought they erased him but you can find him in the book
A joyous but sad lesson that everyone should know
This is what usually happens when you buck the status quo
By sending, "The Old Witch" a Bible,I knew I would get a reaction
Deep down inside, she knew that God's word would bring her down
She called all her demons to get me
My elimination, was the only thing that would bring her satisfaction
She called the El Paso Police, she controls the law in El Paso town
"Throw him in jail and throw away the key"
In a cafe eating lunch, the parking lot filled with police cars
I knew that I was the target, I had to stay calm
With gun drawn, six surrounded me
I knew that I would be behind bars
"Like throwing water on a witch", she thought it was a bomb
But in his way, God would set me free
In shackles and chains, they took me to a cell
Had a Kangaroo court, set for my demise
Judge Alex Gonzales said, "This is a serious offense"
Got six months, she was happy I was in her living Hell
But I knew that it was not a crime in God's eyes
This insanity, made no common sense
When I got to jail, I got a Bible to read
Set me at ease, made the time go fast
I knew that it was the one thing that would se3t me free
And his word were the strength that I would need
No matter how evil the spell she had cast
Criminals to them we all are, Jesus was with me
Tweedledee And Tweedledum
Hohoho....
A tweedledee and a tweedledum.....
LGE case looked like a legal process by people so dumb...
BN govmen wanted to make a capital case out of LGE....
They wanted to puncture his bubble of popularity with the masses....
And to sully his growing influence and reputation...
With little Napoleans in place in all the nooks and corners of enforcement...
Especially with that compliant idiot in the AG department...
Another kangaroo court was set for a very long session...
Until the historic day of May 9th arrived and a miracle happened...
Unexpectedly the rakyat forced a change of federal govmen...
A bright eyed 92yr old took over the reins of the govmen....
And set into motion, countrywide, a governance by lawful enforcement...
And among the first drastic action from the new govmen....
Was to ignore the village idiot seated in the AG department...
Lo and behold, after some national hue and cry....
Tommy Thomas, backed by his sterling credentials, became the new AG .....
Thereafter the rakyat get to see the slow wheels of justice gaining traction...
Suddenly there happened numerous investigations into the old govmen's administration...
Hohoho....
Now we even see the famous elusive Chinaman voicing out his frustrations...
Even as his old man is now dragged into his web of deception...
And an all too famous clown is facing charges of money laundering...
Not to mention the massive 1MDB debacle still under investigation......
Hohoho....
A tweedle Dee and a tweedle dum...
There is certainly more exciting news to come...
Hohoho.....
Our Political Divide
Miracle Man Opinion
6/17/2022
Each time a problem, of any kind, rears its head,
the establishment quickly looks for someone to blame.
Efforts should be directed toward problem solving instead,
but one party or the other goes all out to disclaim.
No matter what happens it’s the other party’s fault,
they’ll appoint a commission and hold kangaroo court.
Then ravage each other with a constant verbal assault,
while distorting the truth, to the media they resort.
Some wonder why many politicians aren’t respected,
they're adept at speaking from both sides of their mouth.
They cover their backsides and the people are oft neglected,
while our country is invaded by those from the south.
“When they call the roll in the senate,
the senators do not know whether to answer “present” or “not guilty.”
Theodore Roosevelt
A merry band to profer hope in the land
A lute, fiddle, drum to make brigandry grand
A staff, bow, arrow to strafe the noble strand
A sworn oath to lawful king; a sword to gentry's overbearing hand
A pruning staff to fleece corrupt shepherds, who saintly flock's fodder have panned
A bow and arrow to poach servile game from royal tableland
A fealty to nature's law; a license the privileged class to brand
A Kangaroo court dispensing arbitrary justice to tenured gentry in the lowland
A pauper's lease, tattered remnant to expand
A squatter's right, doled penury to remand
An opportunistic syndicate confiscating hoarded supplies to reduce growing demand
A marauding troop of mercenaries liberally sharing their contraband
A providential broker, allocating pilfered alms poverty to withstand
You just can’t trust ‘em,
your best interest ain’t in their best interest
They got Gethsemane garden secrets to sell
Escargot Iscariot is a Sadducee delicacy
that got a fishy smell
Being a fisher of men
is a dangerous occupation
Spiritualizing carnal minds
can put you in a perilous situation
Councils with Roman collaborator desires,
search always for the weak link
Filthy lucre cheese promises
temptingly sniffs out a rat-fink
A gospel life is always in doubt
when you’re being hemmed in by a sellout
Midnight raids,
being secretly led away
Liberty fades,
kangaroo court charade
You just can’t trust a dirty inside man,
your best interest is gonna be usury betrayed
So many Galilee succulent secrets to sell
Escargot Iscariot is a Pharisee delicacy
that got a fishy smell
Fighting against righteous fishers of men,
is gonna put you on a slave boat straight to hell
Being sold out by a sellout
is a winsome sow
that will reap a beautiful reward
Heaven is what every Christian be always talking about
Mister Government Taxman,
IRe See
you’re reaching into the citizens’
pockets again
Mister Caesar Palace Chamberlain,
your adept eyes
are deeply searching
every pocket square inch
for that last Penny pinch
Mister Vig Publican,
heavyweight coin collector,
you got another clock punchy bantam bettor
in a phantom debt clinch
The interest jabs piles on
every quarterly compound
Principally,
it hurts to tangle
legally ...
Round after round
Especially,
with the kangaroo court side
so plaintiff pouch
friendly
Mister Reaper Taxman,
you love to calculate take an
IRS estimate guess
Cost Grimm
is your pal[e] sidekick solicitor
Repo is the death blow
given to any delinquent visitor
Mister B[adge] Taxman,
with the sticky fingers, moneybag hand
Every sting
gives the Federales pot belly
a forfeiture honey tan
Mister Hedgewick Taxman,
you keep furtively
pi offering
shelter scam price add vice
And fee subtracting
a briefcase hefty skim slice
Mister Dachshund Taxman,
the Crown Boss Dollar Hogg
best coin collar hounddog
Sniff the silver scent
leading to the gold hidden —
Unreported income forbidden
Mister Sandman Taxman,
always ready to penalty collect
every garnished debt
Lien dreams
give those default
phat pockets
An open docket behest
Treasury coffer-filled desires
so pillow wet
No po’ usury soul ever due tribute grieve,
when the purse-hated Taxman
corporeal plane untimely departure leave
*IRS is the U.S. Treasury acronym
for Internal Revenue Service
— Romantic Warrior
Stood on the pitch, feel mighty and tall, can’t wait for the hit, can’t wait for the ball, I’ve trained really hard, my body feels strong, score under the posts, they’ll be singing my song, my opposite number, looks pretty small, quick join the forwards, starting a maul, I push and I push, right shoulder in, I fall to the floor, big boot on my shin, it hurts pretty bad, but that’s what I love, the pain of the tackle, the pain of the shove, the cold and the heat, playing rugby all year, with men who are crazy, but incredibly dear, beasts that are gents, who call the ref sir, two seconds ago, that fight was a blur, this beautiful sport, kicks off on the pitch, the bar is for songs, and laughter and Rich, friendships that grow, regardless of club, this is a family, this is pure love, we bleed the same blood, and chuck up the same sick, woke up on Sundays, feeling the hits , Monday brings more aches, but it’s back to work, red bull and codeine, our breakfast our quirk, it’s Monday night, we’re at it again, moaning and groaning, but still have to train, smelly old kit, we forgot to wash, Rola cola bottle, filled up with squash, the cold nights aren’t bad, we get muddy and soggy, nice cold pint after, dinner’s in the doggy, it’s more of a lifestyle, bigger than sport, dick of the day, kangaroo court, the older you get, the more that you miss, my bodies a mess, memories a bliss, wouldn’t change a thing, the good and the bad, the next greatest player, is calling me dad.