Long Litigation Poems
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Faeries are so much more delicate than they used to be.
So lithe.
So light.
So lovely.
But they are also legally-wise now, and they will take you to litigation in a minute.
What?
Your brain stops suddenly, smiling.
Hush! You say. That is most certainly not how this poem should begin.
What were you thinking? You ask yourself.
The brain grins, not wanting to take the blame, all-knowing.
We re-start, my pen and I, disgruntled but ready this time.
Faeries are beautiful, brainy, bright-hearted and belligerent.
This traitorous word brings every new idea to a sudden disturbing halt.
You feel doubly irritated now.
Who borrowed your brain in the middle of the night?
Where do you go from here?
You glare at the paper, stomp off, and take a little nap, so you can begin again, refreshed.
Except you are too angry to sleep…
Quicksand has not been on my mind
for decades, neither have brass knuckles
a pillow by any other name is a bureaucrat’s sword
pensive, dormant even in elevator shaft #11
o, frustration, o the itch to do it all now
O, ambivalence, o, vacillation
O, marination, o intimation, O cruise vacation
O litigation, o fraternization, o Hi o
(Did I win the prize? I hope so. Do you think
I can possibly be writing for pleasure?)
O, Portia, where art thou now?
Used to be that a simple handshake would seal the deal,
And a feller's word was as sound as tempered steel!
Of his legal obligations a feller never needed remindin',
Since his handshake and his word was ever bindin'!
In olden days, corporations were built by the shake of a hand.
Simple trust and honesty once prevailed throughout the land.
Nowadays, a handshake is risky and could lead to litigation,
With legions of corporate lawyers seeking compensation!
Deals were struck with handshakes and a tot of whiskey.
In yesteryear, such alliances were considered much less risky.
Didn't need platoons of pesky attorneys prowlin' around,
With their reams of perplexin' contracts to confound!
Farmers didn't solicit advice from legal sources,
When sellin' crops, breedin' hogs or tradin' horses!
They'd never hire a lawyer with his jaundiced view,
When a simple handshake among his peers would do.
In days of yore, business could be conducted without peril,
With a handshake across the top of a whiskey barrel.
Now, hordes of lawyers wearin' Rolex watches and Gucci shoes,
Require reams of clauses to befuddle and confuse!
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being of a city of 10 million
If’s there’re no security officers to watch over the DEP water sheds
What’s to stop terrorists from poisoning the water and thousands being dead?
If there’re no security officers at the DHS shelters
the situation could be dire
As you won’t have enough personnel on hand
to warn the clients when there’s a fire
If there’re no security officers at the Human Resources Administration sites
Who would be there to protect the workforce in the event of a fight?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes
to our children’s safety and well being
If there’s no one to adequately clean the schools
a major outbreak we might be seeing
Penny wise and pound foolish in regards to the City’s financial resource
Trying to save a few pennies while pounds of dollars
will be in litigation in the courts
If someone is hurt in a fall it’s the city they will sue
If someone dies in a fire it’s the city they will sue
If a worker is assaulted on the job it’s the city they will sue
So I ask New York City leaders, what are you going to do?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes to New Yorker’s safety
It’s time to stop all this nonsense and keep the school cleaners and security
There are some who defend plagiarism,
quite puzzling indeed.
What are the TBP thinking,
why even plant that seed?
Forgiveness I understand,
there are many deeds done wrong.
But Plagiarism in Poetry?
Well it just doesn't belong.
You can write your own words,
bring them straight from your heart.
Now that's good poetry my friends,
and it's a damn good start.
Quotation marks are wonderful,
they will keep your poem from heading south.
But please don't lie,
and put words in one's mouth.
Slander and libel,
these are strong words as well.
Be careful of what you accuse,
for that could deliver a nasty spell.
Writing threats of litigation,
on a public forum without proof.
That's a slippery slope,
and your credibility will just go POOF!
The Wuhan experiment concealed,
The cunning crafts devised,
Myriad of ignorant mass their targets,
An agenda unmasked,
Polluted atmosphere
Forged idea of a prepared viceroy.
"Mask up"
"Six feet"
"isolate"
Inauguration of the control game.
People's servants turned tyrants,
Ignorant bunch of scallywags in power,
turned virologist overnight.
Unending speculations.
Copycats as figuheads.
Dictating to dictators.
Europe did these,
America copied ,
Australia on "socialist" precipice.
The knees on the neck in Canada.
Africa the beggerly consumers.
Dull heads and gracious tyrants.
Leading heads of conquered docile whimps.
Bodily autonomy despised.
President and prime ministers,
more catholic than the pope.
A false cure to healthy citizens.
Euphoria,
A poison patented,
Ask Moderna,
Conception and naming ceremonies,
"Alpha,"
"Beta,"
"Gamma,"
"Delta,"
"Omicron"
Greed sighted opportunity,
Protected from litigation,
Unsuspecting mass of guinea pigs,
Wuhan global poison transverse freely.
No sanctions,
No repercussions,
The plotters planned Olympics.
Media mopped contrary views.
Censorship of facist style journalism.
Doctors silenced.
Massive casualties
Pretenders purloining,
Pharmacopia conspired.
Another false sense of security.
Illiterate dictators consented.
The gaulible on a long queue
Welcomed an experimental ampoule.
The quickest ever.
Greek gifts like Cleopatra flowers.
Criminals rushing to the lab,
The history of past failures overlooked.
Humans, bereft of logic.
Jabbing for fear of death.
The division
Vaccinated deodorized
Unvaccinated criminalized and restricted.
"Omicron" the game changer
Defying experiment
Until the demand and sales pitch failed
Billion in dollars their gains
Casualties their pigs
Sorry, You cannot sue
(A flower in my garden)
Beautiful to the naked eye, yet growing at the expense of tears, From a fountain of overdue languish, watering down the seeds of regret.
Surprisingly, the passion to garden these flowers, a never-wilting will.The prickles, a subtle reminder of how painful caring is.
(I will be your helper)
An acclamation that never materialised.
I have been made a slave with a twisted spine and broken back, carrying loads of promises that never conceived.The help, a promise of a sun in winter.
(I will fight for you)
A proclamation of shadows on a cloudy day.
I have stood in rings of unwarranted bouts, an amateur boxer, taking on heavy uppercuts for being the bigger person and facing my demons head-on. Cheering on in the corner, the silence of a fighter that never was.
(Through trials and tribulations)
I take the stand as the accused, defending the honour for the accused, fighting the unfound litigation before the court of validation.
A suspect, suspected of heinous crimes that only the accuser derives from a vacuum of evidence.
(You are the food to my soul)
The culinary artistry of continental dishes I have been known to dish, Only but a paradox of "Gandhi" feasting his appetite to freedom.
The frailty of the soul that lingers, a clear manifestation of an ungrateful "viscera."
(You are the spark that ignites my desire)
The ignition that bore more than desire.
I sit comfortably, inhaling the smoke from the fires of constant outrages unleashed.
The spirit to quench down the blaze, are but tales of a ghost fire-fighter.
Your concepts of hygiene are questionable
Showering before work is a viable solution
We live in a civilization with rules and soap
Caveman ways are no longer acceptable
As your boss I have to be clear
We value you at the lowest level
Your performance of late is poor
Let me come straight to the point
You are no longer employed with us
That is not to say we don't like you
We will say it to avoid litigation
The best way to say it is to say nothing
This is not a restaurant
This is not a menu
But I have reservations
And they are about you
*Authors note: Just to be clear; this is not about American Indians and the place where they live.
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Impartial
litigation is what
sustains democracies
Kangaroo courts are what
sustain tyrannies
Does the judge
represent the rule
of law or the decision
of an autocrat?
Tyranny flourishes
when decent people
do nothing
Those defending
the dictator
pirouette with a
nonchalant indifference
as the tappers stamp
defending their case
for justice with a determined
fierce percussion
With their hands in the air
The jurors must make their
decision, observing, confusion,
is there a resolution?
What shows a judge’s gavel impatience
Ultimately, we the jury are the people
Autocracy or democracy?