Long Disbarred Poems

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Evil Lawyer

When it came to being a decent Human Being, you blew it.
You defended an evil man who was guilty and you knew it.
You knew he's a murderer but you still defended him.
He murdered a pregnant woman, that was very grim.
He admitted to you that he was guilty but you didn't and still don't care.
He killed both a woman and her unborn baby, you're living proof that life is unfair.
You're a lousy attorney and a lousy Human Being as well.
You're an evil woman and because of that, you'll go to Hell.
It should devastate you to know that because of you, criminals go free.
You should be disbarred and I think that other decent people will agree.
What goes around comes around, that's something you can bet your life on.
When you die, no people will be by your side, they'll be glad that you're gone.
Form: Rhyme


Realizing with Real Eyes the I of the Storm MUST be a Trooper

Battle axe (For the 2nd Half) ...  "At last!"  
Way too fast past the rescue rascal hassling haphazardly mastered dastardly bastards' fractions of captioning cast iron spiraling wired wax on wax off golf cart Bart Simpson minced garlic cubes boob tube huge goober schooner dooms Days Taser taker wafer run stun gun NOT funny honey bun for one shunned lonesome wholesome quotient potion grunt of a stunt punt the ball into mid autumn leaves fall raking reiki draped date maker place mat patty whack hacky sack crap slapped happy tap dance romance slanted jambalaya riot spliced mice diet quiet cheese, please teases on both knees bereavement easing Fort Leavenworth girth that brings birth to twerk twerps slurred slurping squirts of hurting beef Jerky lurching around the church yard disbarred and charred crash cars 100 yards too far to see scars Mars rover Range Rover Red rover come over 4 leaf clover lawn mower seed Sower leaf blower as NOT just another voter devotional spokesperson swerving tertiary but too scary hairy fairy blue berry merry go round sage turns the page safe and sound clown town brown bag the sandwich fad dude and all of that...

Premium Member The POTUS's Five Stages of Lying

Stage One: There was a crime? Oh, please don't offend,
because I'm saying IT NEVER HAPPENED.

Stage Two: Just ignore whatever you read.
IT HAPPENED BUT NOT THE WAY YOU SAID.

Stage Three: Okay, Giuliani, our legal eagle
said IT HAPPENED BUT IT WASN'T ILLEGAL.
(Wait, what? Giuliani's been disbarred?)

Stage Four: Okay, the liberal press did their due diligence
and we have to admit
IT HAPPENED, IT WAS ILLEGAL
BUT THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.

Stage Five: Enough with your fake news bit.
Your reporting's not worth a bucket of spit.
IT HAPPENED, WE'RE PROUD OF IT
AND YOU'RE A TRAITOR FOR QUESTIONING IT!
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member She Has Great Legs

She smiled the smile of a bankrupt barrister
No one suspected her files were out of order
Walking across the floor on staccato heels
They stared as she strutted through the corridor 

They had fallen prey to her honeyed tones
Her breath had declared their innocence
They gladly paid her fee in advance
Deceived by confident indifference 

Unimpeded by the facts of the case
She only practiced the art of beauty
Her greatest successes gifted by men
Who were bewitched while on jury duty

Sometimes though, there would be a lady Judge
Demanding to hear the facts of the case 
The accused was no longer mesmerized
They had a look of concern on their face

The scales of justice weighted against them
Sad for them, no get out of jail free card
She's off to the next unsuspecting fool
They're unaware that she should be disbarred
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Future of the Children

THE ELITE CORPORATIONS,
HAD KNOWN ALL ALONG.
WHAT THEY WERE DOING,
WAS TOTALLY WRONG.

HUMAN CELL TOWERS
TO SPREAD THE WORD.
THEY CLAIM THEY HAD
TO THIN THE HERD.

VACCINATIONS,
WAS THEIR TOOL OF CHOICE.
THOSE WHO SPOKE UP,
WOULD LOSE THEIR VOICE.

CRITICAL THINKERS,
WERE DISBARRED AND BANNED.
THEY WERE TOLD
BECAUSE WE CAN.

WE GOVERN THE GOVERNMENTS.
WE HAVE THE POWER.
WE CREATE AND DESTROY 
AND FORCED THEM TO COWER.

WE CONTROL,
WHAT YOU SAY AND DO.
BECAUSE WE HAVE COMPLETE
CONTROL OVER YOU.

ALL HELL BROKE OUT.
A WAR WAS FOUGHT.
IT ALL STARTED WITH
WHAT CHILDREN WERE TAUGHT.

THEIR BELIEFS WERE ALTERED.
BOOKS WERE BURNED.
SLOWLY AND SURELY
YOUTH TWISTED AND TURNED.

THEY TURNED ON THEIR
MOTHERS, FATHERS AND FRIENDS.
NOT THINKING OR KNOWING
HOW THIS COULD ALL END.

THEY WOKE UP ONE MORNING.
THEIR RIGHTS WERE ALL GONE.
ELITE CORPORATIONS HAD THIS
PLANNED ALL ALONG.

NO ELDERS NO GUIDANCE.
THEY WERE ALL ON THEIR OWN.
THOSE WHO COULD THINK
CALLED FEMA CAMPS HOME.

THEIR BACKS TO THE WALL
THEY HAD ONLY ONE CHOICE.
BAN TOGETHER AND
AND CREATE THEIR OWN VOICE.

THEY WOULD NOT OBEY.
THEY REFUSED TO COMPLY.
ALL ALONG KNOWING
THEY COULD AND WOULD DIE.

FREEDOM TO THINK
AND DECIDE FOR THEM SELF 
WAS MORE IMPORTANT
THAN PSYCHOPATHS WEALTH.

Michael E. Harris
07022021
Form: Narrative


A Double Whacking

I ordered a hitman to whack a judge and that judge hired the same man to whack me.
The hitman got fifty grand from each of us, that was his fee.
But there was something the hitman didn't figure.
He died of a stroke before he could pull the trigger.
The judge said he was going to get me disbarred and I was wining and dining his girlfriend.
Those were the two reasons why the hitman was going to bring both of our lives to an end.
When the judge and I learned what happened, we made a deal.
We were both extremely relieved because we weren't killed.
Yes, I'm a crooked lawyer but that judge isn't a law abiding citizen either.
When it came to his girl, he agreed not to have me disbarred if I'd leave her.
That hitman weighed 400 pounds, that's why he had the stroke.
If it hadn't been for obesity, the judge and I would've croaked.

(This is a fictional poem)
Form: Rhyme

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