You are a doctor who is a murdering psychopath.
You hate certain people and they suffer your wrath.
When a patient is racist, you think it gives you the right to kill her or him.
You think that you are making the world a better place, you are very dim.
When people are racist, it's bad but murdering them is far worse.
Every time you get a racist patient, he or she ends up in a hearse.
You think what you do makes you a good person and that is bizarre.
You think you have the right to kill, who the hell do you think you are?
How many patients have you killed while they were on your gurneys?
You're in trouble because I talked to the cops and the district Attorney.
The police are going to investigate and they will bring you down.
When you're locked in a cell, your cocky smile will be turned to a frown.
When you're put away for life, justice will have been served.
Your days are numbered and you will get what you deserve.
Something happened to me a few years ago that was really bizarre.
I was arrested for drinking and driving but I've never owned a car.
I thought that I must have been dreaming, it couldn't possibly be real.
How could I drink and drive when I've never owned an automobile?
I asked the District Attorney if it was a prank or a joke.
Even though I've never had a license, it was revoked.
I hadn't had a drink for a long time, not even one beer.
After I was arrested, the judge sent me to jail for two years.
One year after I got out, something else happened that was just as insane.
Even though I've never touched drugs, I'm in jail for buying cocaine.
(This is a fictional poem.)
What happened to me was unjust and unfair.
I was framed for murder and I got the chair.
But I was able to return from the grave.
I had my revenge and it was depraved.
I've never been a forgiving person, I always hold a grudge.
First I killed the District Attorney and then I killed the judge.
Then I killed the people who found me guilty.
I slaughtered all twelve members of the jury.
Next, I went after the guilty party.
He became sorry that he framed me.
And finally, I killed the two Police Officers who brought me in.
Those seventeen people won't condemn an innocent man again.
Their long arm of his law standing about peering at her child
Destitutes public pretender having fully cooperated with the states
Aspiring district attorney this peoples hopeful in future high court justice ?
Divulging as much exculpatory evidence for their mark as they held over cocktails
Choking while accepting the fact that there was no way out of premeditation's maze judicial's
Billionaire boys clubs prehensible prairie dog gauntlets; ecocide's, florist in flotsams barbaric bonds....
Wall street sky rocket puppets; as his judge slams love's gavel down foaming at their mouths another, life.
I will not kill the two men who raped you.
What you're asking is something I can't do.
I know that you've been through a terrifying ordeal.
But I won't murder those men for you, I will not kill.
You want me to kill them now that they're out on bail.
The District Attorney has a good case, they will go to jail.
I can understand why you want revenge but murder is going too far.
I won't commit murder because that would make me become even worse than they are.
The Police found enough DNA evidence to put them away, for them there is no escape.
Those two animals will rot in prison for the next twenty-five years for committing rape.
(This is a fictional poem)
The New Waterboarding
The district attorney was seeking
Volunteers for a forensic test
To help in his case of a bad guy
Who he said had drowned his wife Bess
The volunteers had to be female
And stand somewhere round five foot eight
And if they weighed in the 140s
The volunteers then would be great
But then they would have to stick their head
Into a toilet and flush
For the bad guy was charged with the drowning
His wife in a toilet bowls rush
And the DA was trying to show that
The death could not be suicide
Which was what the bad guy was claiming
But that it’s by his flush she died
So what do you think was the outcome
Of this very strange episode
Do you think that you could drown yourself
With the flush of your simple commode
Each week, viewers of the television saw
what was an over-dramatization of the practice of law.
His intensive questioning got many to confess.
The guilty would often break down into distress.
Here the lawyer was in front of a judge and jury.
The questioned were under oath with a threat of perjury.
Mr. Mason always seemed to outsmart the district attorney.
He grilled those who were perpetrators of crime.
How can one be a lawyer and detective at the same time?
Your Honor, I Object
By Elton Camp
Lawyer Louie caters to a special clientele
Only those who are rich and guilty as hell
And, in exchange for his exorbitant fee,
Louie will make sure that they’re set free
He will use ever trick, but never go so far
That the ABA might take action to disbar
All of the prosecution’s witnesses he’ll try
To show they’re incompetent or telling a lie
When the District Attorney starts to close in,
Then Louie will “Your honor I object” begin
He objects to someone able to establish a fact
And from his client’s reputation dare detract
Louie finally found a judge as tough as nails
Who is determined to see that justice prevails
A man who, by such tactics cannot be fooled
Will speaks up and say, “Objection overruled”
“Your honor, after consulting with the District Attorney, we have agreed to a plea bargain agreement. The father, mother and sisters of the victim have requested that in lieu of a jail sentence, justice would better be served if my client be ordered to pay only restitution which would include the following”...
Walk back to that street
Crawl inside that wreck
Feel his last heartbeat
Touch his broken neck
Wake up in their dream
Face their blackest fears
Hear his mother scream
Weep their wretched tears
Stumble through their haze
Hate their morning lights
Trudge through empty days
Dread their sleepless nights
Cower on their edge
Hear their demons hiss
Slip upon their ledge
Fall in their abyss
Toe the line you crossed
Bear the cross you made
Lose what they have lost
Pay the price they paid