Indicted
As California is indicted
Correction of officers escort to tray of paperwork of defense
Includes posthaste
Department of Justice has expectation
Of preserved life by nightfall
That order is to spend replenish tray
Repeat procedure as ordered to spend not
Accept bribe
Count 1
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How pardon is now and henceforth
Performed
Is by forgiving Christ?
God is a dead American
Forgiveness is doubletime
Is your code enforcement office and
officers intelligent sign on, off
On the order?
A mouthful
of hate
A bullhorn
of lies
Dissected
infected
With terminal
pride
Conscripting
the fledgling
Embedded
in brine
Indicted
convicted
True felons
— of time
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
A gaze so tender,
Even from afar so amber,
Heart jumping in aflutter,
How can a person so much render,
In perfect voice and eyes so wanting,
Taking my time to grace this occasion,
Extending my hands in persuasion,
Allow me this invasion,
I am willing to be indicted
Of this love accusation.
©?Written Whispers
A gaze so tender,
Even from afar so amber,
Heart jumping in aflutter,
How can a person so much render,
In perfect voice and eyes so wanting,
Taking my time to grace this occasion,
Extending my hands in persuasion,
Allow me this invasion,
I am willing to be indicted
Of this love accusation.
© Written Whispers
(Prompt: Wisdom is not enough to calm your fears.)
The kinetic world is on a great sprint.
The silent seer stares at with a squint.
He feels distressed for the occurring harms.
With a solemn demeanour, he alarms.
Identity crises among nations
Contending with insecure relations
Keep their voices go with sonority
For comfort and self-based priority
Within countries, separatists conspire
Catastrophes are adding fuel to fire
Forcing uniformity – a threat
It's never too late to change the mindset
Creative destruction is invited.
Creating mess is to be indicted.
Agape love can alone wipe away tears
Wisdom is not enough to calm your fears.
The mayor’s been indicted
And they’re searching through his things
To uncover proof that he deserves
The boot this often brings.
I live near Gracie Mansion;
The surrounding streets are lined
With police cars and the vans of press,
Arrest on every mind.
I don’t know if he’s guilty,
Though his circle’s shrinking fast,
But I’m pretty sure our time as neighbors
Isn’t gonna last.
Bitsy always goes barefoot, Sammy was told.
Never gets excited, her personality never gets old.
This was all from her grandpa, who thought she was gold.
After Sammy met her, he agreed three-fold.
Bitsy was an old-fashioned girl, who never got excited.
She cared not for news or who was getting indicted.
Sammy began pursuing her, she made him feel good inside.
“You are right, Leland,” he said. “she would make a wonderful bride.”
Can you believe it, indicted again,
By a bunch of pure zealots, callous grey men,
Political hacks given the task,
To take down the Don and in the limelight then bask.
Find any cause, invent a good ruse,
Just make it stick, all tricks good to use.
But boxes of stuff, how low can they get,
Papers with socks stacked in the shower, some wet,
All safely collected in my place at the beach,
Easy to find, easy to reach.
Just mere mementos of my time as the Boss,
Not something I’d part with or wantonly toss.
Now they accuse me under some act,
With great media fanfare like milk to a cat,
Gloating, backslapping each other in turn,
Pouring on fuel, hoping I burn.
Little sick people don't they recall
They tried this before and I embarrassed them all.
To be top of news is clearly my ace,
Providing the fame and my favorite space,
For me to then weave my own brand of spin
And just like last time, that got me straight in.
But if this turn they're sure I've been finally licked,
They won't even feel how hard they've been kicked.
Donald J. Trump
Also known as a whiny, petulant grump
Should be indicted for crimes he’s committed
It’s hardly likely he could be acquitted.
Donald J. Trump
I suppose he’ll soon be hitting the stump
Anything to seize the headlines,
And avoid paying some hefty fines.
Donald J. Trump
Now much too large in the rump
Not fit to be president of the U.S.A.
I believe a vast majority feel that way!
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They were stopping everyone;
made us answer their questionnaires.
We were told that there were
no right or wrong answers,
but weeks later - a letter.
Apparently the socially correct
had a beef with me.
A ham sandwich had recently been indicted
and jailed.
One of the questions I replied to
smelled slightly off,
seditious salami flavored sins
had been detected.
A tuna casserole had declared independence
from rainy Wednesdays.
Now the fridge is being audited,
there's something fishy in the air,
and the cops are hiding in my rose bushes
taking recipe notes.
I have complained to Yelp.
And seeing the multitudes,
He went up into a Starbucks,
And when he was set,
His constituents came unto him:
And he opened his mouth,
And taught them, saying;
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
For theirs is the smallest of tax breaks.
Blessed are they that mourn,
For they shall be down in the polls.
Blessed are the meek,
For they shall be bullied by lobbyists.
Blessed are they which do hunger
And thirst after righteousness,
For they shall be indicted.
Blessed are the merciful,
For they shall be subpoenaed.
Blessed are the pure of heart,
For they shall seem odd.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
For they shall be called especially odd.
Blessed are they who are persecuted
For righteousness’ sake,
For theirs is the briefest of tenures.
Blessed are ye, when men shall say
All manner of evil against you
Falsely; it’s their game.
Lament and be exceedingly sad,
For such is the promise of Congress.
No repentance in grave:
The Holies don’t the company of sinners crave.
It’s no mere echoing of a Bible verse:
A trillion woes await the indicted hearse.
Every Deity should feel A Perfect Fool
Forgiving The Now-Lifeless with a stony look,
All subjects upholding the rule
That at a transgressor should be thrown the book.
One doesn’t repent, when it’s time to decay
Or mention a debt one's creditor no longer wants one to pay.
Any proof for God is
oxymoronic
God needs no testament,
only man
Not to be indicted,
not to be confirmed
Beyond all dialectic
—God is
(Bethlehem Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?
Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A do-gooder, a kind hearted soul,
The kind of man to pigeonhole?
I'm a maverick, a crusader at heart,
The one to lead, feats to start,
I change the world it doesn't change me,
I push and I pull, won't let things just be.
So someone please tell me where I went wrong,
Was I not trusted to be valiant and strong,
To Shake the tree, purge that swamp,
On bureaucracy and waste simply stomp?
Build the country, cut to the chase,
Squash every foe, win every race,
And now what, have I've gone too far,
Plunging to earth like a falling star?
Give me a break, cut me some slack,
I did a great job, the country's on track,
Save for this Covid all would be fine
All other Presidents would I outshine.
Don't undervalue, don't underrate
I'm the one man you can't just abate,
Count me out at your peril, think I’ll retire,
For those that have crossed me, their future is dire.
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