I wake up in a film noir bedroom—
streetlamp shadows on my ceiling.
I dreamt not of being chased
but of chasing, of attacking—
of taking primitive pleasure
from the feel of a face
under my fist, the taste
of someone else's blood
on my knuckles,
the satisfying slish of a knife
penetrating a plump belly,
the recoil of a rifle
against my shoulder
and the head of a stranger
in my sights exploding.
I stumble to the bathroom,
flip the light,
splash water on my face
in the dirty mirror,
hair estranged,
stubble like tombstones,
I look guilty as hell
and wonder out of which circle
that nightmare slouched.
(first published by Dark Sire in 2020)
Nothing and nothing but
As many possible differing versions
of excuses
And lies that both my mind and tounge
and lips can come across
Will i unashamedly not be prepared
to use if there is the slightest chance
it may get me off
Because this is an open and shut
case shouldn't be heard out in court everyone knows i am guilty as hell
can't even come up with a plausible
alibi
So i've spent and assembled
the most morally corrupt legal
team of minds that money can buy
since O.J Simpson
So hopefully i should be out
and home in time for Christmas
Otherwise what sort of message
would it send to the powerful and
wealthy if both they and astronomical
amounts of money spent can't buy justice
What would the point be then
and why on earth would they be
willing to hire them in the
first place if the verdict wasn't
guaranteed
Otherwise prison would be full
of just as many rich as they are
poor people
Opinion one I do not believe her. I think she is lying.
Forty-five percent of the teachers.
Opinion two. He is guilty as hell.
The other Forty-five percent of the teachers.
Ten percent of us, are non-opinionated, wondering how ninety percent can know?
Worse than know, fervently believe, and do not hear the other side at all?
I have met neither one of these people in real life. I have only seen them on TV.
Question of the day: What do you think?
My thought: I cannot form an opinion. I have not met these people.
Sadder thought: This little controversy is one more thing to divide our already-divided country.
Whilst sat on my sofa watching TV I think, ooh I fancy a snack
So I treat myself to a biscuit or two and before I know it I've had the whole pack
Whilst engrossed in my programme, I am not paying much attention to me happily munching away
I am in a binge eating Trance, and I am happy as can be but will feel guilty as hell the next day
I have been dieting all week and these Biscuits are only a treat, I will get back on my plan tomorrow
But if it all fails, i can go to my size bigger friend and see if she has some clothes I could borrow.
I don't think I am fat, but I don't think I that I am thin, but i know I am addicted to food
I like Chocolates and sweets ,jelly beans and toffees, I spend my whole life in a sweetie mood
I diet I the week, and eat sweets at a weekend, I am sort of a diet cheater
It's really not my fault, but I have no excuse at all, because I am a binge eater.
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”
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