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The cops slapped the cuffs on me and locked me in a cell.
I sold some beer to an under age man and now I'm in jail.
A nineteen year old showed me his license and it looked authentic.
His driver's license said that he was twenty-two but I was tricked.
I thought his ID was real, I didn't know that it was fake.
Now I'll spend two years in jail for just making a mistake.
I don't deserve to be locked up, the police and the D.A. have a lot of nerve.
That man old got off scot free while two years is what I'm being made to serve.
The only thing that happened to the nineteen year old was that they took his license away.
Because of that under age punk, I'm being made to pay.
When I'm released, I won't work at any store that sales beer.
I'm in jail just for making an error, I don't deserve to be here.
Got to hold it together, try to keep my cool,
Even when dealing, with imbecilic fools,
Should know better, but they freak me out,
When in the wrong, they just scream and shout,
My problem is, I won’t back down,
Especially if right, and dealing with clowns,
Should I be the one, to hold my tongue,
Guess it all stems, from when I was young,
Always had to, stand up for myself,
Show any weakness, get beaten up, no help,
That’s my dilemma, remains with me today,
I’m wiser now, still can’t turn the other way,
Hold your ground, never let bullies off, scot-free,
Face them down, no good cowards, you’ll see,
Only seek easy targets, to punch below the belt,
Fight back hard you Lion, watch their bravado melt.
By
David Kavanagh
A young friendly hippopotamus
lived by the river, across from us
Then one day five hunters came
Looking to shoot big easy game.
*
They put five bullets in his head
And now our friendly hippos dead
They should bow heads in shame
The lodge will never be the same.
*
To kill that beast a heinous crime
They should do some prison time
The rangers came arrested three
But two hunters escaped scot free
*
They ran into the bush to hide
Walked straight into a lion pride
They paid a price, they did offend
'Cos Karma got them in the end.
Written 11th November 2020.
11/28/21
I won't but I know some dummy will
Ya'll think it's funny still
Out in the country hills
F*** all these monthly thrills
People think money kills
But its humans that do, leading to bloody bills
It was difficult to be predicted
Often conflicted
Folks heavily addicted
Areas still restricted
Too many wrongfully convicted
Others getting off scot free
I am not Godly
Rocky
Or a zombie
Do you copy?
I can't waste time or be sloppy
Close and far from fields of poppy
There is secrets out there, some of which on a floppy
The masses flocking
All these people gossiping
And mocking
It's gone beyond shocking
As opportunity continues knocking
Near and far from any Christmas stocking
Endless talk in town
Snowflakes fallin' down
All around
They argue due to having no common ground
Careful on who you call a clown
Badly paid
My all I gladly gave
An influx of candy canes
Others calling one another nasty names
Damn these games
A lady and man betrayed
How can we change?
If there always on a witch hunt and crusade
Why is that the way?
Do something about it or just sit in bed
Winter's ahead
The sky a crimson red
On the counter a house made of gingerbread
Nothing special or precious stones on the riverbed
Going to see it through until the bitter end
Regardless of all the unfortunates
On the road an unexpected fork in it
Still got to reach the coordinates
And help hang some ornaments
The court’s dragons are working overtime
which doesn't surprise me, for real.
Last week in the headlines we read old news -
former state policemen achieves third appeal
for killing his wife and two children.
Their murders are a twelve-year ordeal.
Already proven guilty by a jury twice
both long-drawn out states of affairs.
The second time, a jury also convicted
an accomplice and he too is behind bars.
Lawyers, looking for money, defense isn't free.
Lawyers are thanking their lucky stars.
Lawyers looking for evidence they can deny.
A series of affairs with women - inadmissible.
Reports of sexually abusing his daughter,
and the insurance just bought – inexplicable.
I feel we should leave this third time to chance
Let him out, scot-free, his life will be miserable.
Just maybe other dragons - equally demented as these
will put an end to his appeals, how despicable.
written April 17, 2013
Author’s Notes: Writing this piece, I learned an ancient meaning for ORDEAL: a primitive method of determining a person's guilt or innocence by subjecting the accused person to dangerous or painful tests believed to be under divine control; escape was usually taken as a sign of innocence; death - a sign of guilt.
It's told John Bell, North Carolinian
shot dead a brutish scoundrel he employed,
got off scot-free, and went his merry way.
Life as he knew it soon would be destroyed.
His crops all failed, and Bell lost all his wealth.
He packed his family off to Tennessee.
The place they settled in was then named Bell.
This honor wouldn't help him, as he'd see.
Strange things occurred--kids tumbling from their beds,
their poor slave woman whipped by unseen hands,
food floating off as they watched, terrified;
farm animals ignoring Bell's commands.
A witch maligned those folks horrendously.
They bolted Bell town--Mississippi bound.
The overseer's ghost was close behind,
the chosen family to haunt and hound.
The witch had said, "You'll wish you hadn't moved!"
In Tennessee he wanted them to stay.
New tortures were then heaped upon the old.
The Bells were not to see one peaceful day.
Their wagons floated; wheels just flew right off.
Again crops failed and animals went wild.
Then came the worst; young Mary Bell fell ill.
The doctor said, "I cannot help this child!"
How does this story end? One tale asserts
the evil entity took Mary's life
because he'd fallen hard for her and knew
the living cannot be a dead man's wife.
It's said that after poor sick Mary died,
the Bells were free of hauntings, death, and dearth,
but only after years of pain and loss.
The haint had turned their lives to hell on earth.
Source:
Norfleet, Phil (historian, genealogist)
bellwitch02.tripod.com
walk alone the world
favours but not for favours
get used feel useless
taken advantage off
all chances lost
be the friend
left to fend
advise with chat
no time for that
stand loyal true
isolate you
believed the best
no people left
catch thief hold 'em
things get stolen
honest to guys
two-faced lies
help them get
in their debt
faithful lover
left for another
I gave but never received back
honesty saw deceit behind back
favours for no return, why'd I do that?
being selfless isn't sell able
they'll rob you like a criminal
loyalty becomes expected
don't respect a mind subjective
people will try to control your life
that's why you should not be nice
once I was selfless now I'm selfish
became fed up with feeling helpless
people made me not just selfish but nasty
I don't care for you and quick to get ghastly
I've lost my turn a blind eye trait
I'm full on f**king vile mate
All have known me helped corrupt me
Thanks for turning me total nutty
never again try to fonk me
scot free mate, you'd be lucky
My husband acted like a complete jerk
had countless affairs with women at work
He wore spray on jeans which fit so tight
and aftershave called ‘Tonight’s the night’
I knew for sure that things weren’t right
as he’d hide his cell phone from my sight
I’d opened one of his credit card bills
he’d purchased boxes of Viagra pills!
Guess he used them with that busty floozy
the office temp, I think her name’s Suzie
One thing’s for certain, I have learned
hell hath no fury like a woman spurned
So I carefully plotted to get my revenge
and lure him in a ice tunnel at Stonehenge
Ice stalactites hung low from the ceiling
a brisk blow to his head left him reeling
With a stiletto sharp icicle I pierced his chest
as the ice melted, I knew there’d be no arrest
As there’s no evidence left to incriminate me
Yes, I’d got away with his murder … scot-free!
It was the perfect crime I’d expertly planned
I'm sure any scorned woman would understand!
N/a in Murder in the Tunnel Poetry Contest judged 2/12/21
Submitted to NA Poem From a February 2021 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
01/26/21
Squarely unfairly unsung young flung across the ditch flee
Happy for me to be the snitch as the rich get off scot free
Property toffs scoff as our nation’s next generation f*ck off
Another bung at the trough child’s play while we all pay GST
Fast lanes or in chains those with the reins no capital gains
No refrain from more cranes poor poured down the drains
Got wonga join the conga to Rarontonga on private planes
Our saviour.. greedy behaviour giving trees to Scandinavia
Relax those with the max keep their stacks with tax so lax
Life givers charming rivers harming for lairy dairy farming
Have observed scary what we’ve heard's absurd have a word
Got to roam can't afford a home blame Luxon's chrome dome
Uncle Fester a Stooge for every corporate Scrooge does pester
We've all been had unless you go to the bank of Mum & Dad
Undeserved the herd as endangered as our sad flightless bird
Blurred after all that has occurred society stirred then slurred..
Mad everything pricey everything dicey plea to free every KIWI
Natural talent Jimmy’s heir apparent melodious
Line & length strength swing seam harmonious
Taking over from dream team still parsimonious
But Olly could be a wally & yet seemed oblivious
Bit podgy not fit enough blips and cantankerous
Dodgy quips off the cuff guff just all a bit vacuous
Gruff flips energy dips pace slips hardly valorous
Indolent & insolent temperament shamed odious
Thrown under a bus for Gus.. named cadaverous
Splendiferous famed career appears posthumous
We were savaged biblical ravaged plague of OZ locus
No respite Ashes debacle fanfare did blare rancorous
Ridicule the losing & boozing puss oozing pustulous
Anger that was clanger not banger completely bogus
Riff raff suss boys were all faff & fuss and so do cuss
We see wheat from chaff all naff Bazball hocus pocus
No fight just sh*te is playing for England too onerous
To our health the blight of this plight was hazardous
No focus Baz & Ben must choose real men the onus
ECB let them & Key get off scot free is very generous
Flowering again after long winter our towering crocus
To bring vertiginous rascal back not really scandalous
Not still languorous skill metronomic can be imperious
To harvest the county bounty for Test best ironic bonus
The big plus that Ollie actually does look like one of us
Which is why we fell for this fall guy & are still amorous
Learn did earn return for which we yearn not ludicrous
Annoint the sky high release point our humorous chorus
Astronomic wicket laden maiden from Cricket’s Lazarus