Best Stenographers Poems
When stretched forever is my day
I while the empty hours away
in courtrooms dank with men of silk
proud and tall
lawmakers all
step lightly lest you meet their ilk
Attorneys and stenographers
lawyers and interpreters
each word they spake is tongue-in-cheek;
lear-ned judges, advocates
prosecutors, barristers
spew Latin which could well be Greek
The courtroom's packed
the gallery stacked
the charge is one of pilfering
the bookie sets
last-minute bets:
"10 to 1 his head will swing."
From the ord'ly
fing'ring his rosary:
"Court's in session! Silence! Zip it!"
His Lordship enters
sans his dentures
sucks his thumb and looks decrepit
Eyes his gavel
sneers: "You're evil!
my thumb is swollen and beet-red
you'll be detained
when next again
I miss and hit my thumb instead.
"The weather vane
predicted rain
today I'll suffer agony
you caveman's hammer
how did you
till now escape technology?"
To put it mild,
the crowd goes wild
but for the shifty-eyed accused
Judge Weatherstorm
stays true to form:
he keeps his audience amused
Th' accused meanwhile
with comely smile
winks at M'Lord to cut him slack
he'll cop a plea
of not guilty
tho' evidence against him's stacked
The star witness
non compos mentis
brain well-addled by Alzheimer's
mounts the stand
bows to his fans
with clenched fist vows the truth to utter ...
(PART 2 TO FOLLOW)
28.04.2011
(This is a work of fiction in its entirety and merely a satirical look at our corrupt
justice system.)
Culminations of Beauty
Culminations of beauty cascading down from a twighlight sky
Ruminations worth refuting while I’m always asking why
Communications leave me fuming as the point is lost and denied
Calculations that are looming while my economic apprehension is justified
Impressionistic teenagers looking for the next influencer streaming
Chauvinistic infiltrators preying on the innocence of those still dreaming
Pessimistic stenographers documenting the planet screaming
Unrealistic photographers trying to capture all the underlying meaning
Pedantically populating another conspiracy theory for the masses
Semantically stipulating violence as their dopamine level crashes
Sycophantically stimulating silence as I take my hundred lashes
Romantically emulating nonsense as the nightmare returns in backward flashes
Insidious indictment for one who seems above the law
Hideous excitement showing as the twisted watch you get up from the floor
Envious confinement knowing that I am one of the working poor
Fastidious refinement lowering me out of the back of this metaphor
Refusal to participate in my own life story
Per usual I’ll invigorate the empty and the boring
Perusal of the pages to investigate as I sleep into the morning
Excusal to proliferate as I heed the sternness of the warnings
The End