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It's the unfair society:
from lenient judges
to corrupt attorneys
and with some bad cops
who claim that their motto is:
" To serve and protect "
Oh, no don't tell me that I am crazy: I don't trust the Law!
It's an insult to society or to the ones who wrote it!
Oh, don't tell me that murderous thoughts
don't double-cross me to want to toss those offenders
into the slammer where they really belong!
I should be on that bench and give sentences
without showing sympathy or forgiveness!
One guy who had a bag of weed
was released the next day...
because it was his first offense!
It's foolishness...there were
two minors in that car:
wasn't it the fault of a lenient judge?
Hookers, so-called Ladies of the Night
are more protected than the ordinary citizens,
some wacko sees them as worthless beings
and kills them dumping them in marshes...
I am saddened by such murders,
but they don't lead a clean life!
Oh, don't tell that God doesn't have murderous thoughts like me!
But when some of one of them tap on your window, as you wait
for the red light to turn green, solicits sex for money...wouldn't
anybody have a murderous thought and give them a nasty look?
Oh, don't tell me that sex doesn't sell everywhere!
It's so disgusting to see ads with semi-nude models
advertizing for the big companies: it's the buck, not the morality!
And worse than that some guys watch **** as they drive!
O society so filthy and shameless, you have become so immoral,
putting away the Commandments that Moses God carved with fire!
It's wrong to hate a brother or sister,
and seek revenge with either curses or bad deeds...
slandering is not humane and compassionate;
if he or she did something wrong...show love,
don't have murderous thoughts! The hatred
makes the gun go off quickly and the knife cut very deep!
So goes for your neighbors, love them
as you would love your own and by spreading kindness:
darkness will be replaced by light,
and hate, ignorance and avarice by love!
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Susan Burch's contest,
" Getting Away With Murder/Murderous Thoughts "
Shhhhh, here comes the Warden
He’s just about to open the door, Frank
Well, that’s good ‘cause I’ve been in this slammer too long!
and, it way too cold in here, Patty!
I never did ask you Frank, what are you in for?
Wrong time at the wrong grocery store, I guess,
before I knew it, I was in the big house, feels more
like an ice house. I was in solitary for while, frozen stiff
Then, I found myself here with you and Bangsy and Cherry.
You know Cherry, she’s Bangsy’s tomato!
She was picked fresh off the line and ended up in here!
Let me ask Olive, she’s been in here forever,
Hey Olive, when did Cherry get out?
I wouldn't talk about that too loudly, Patty,
she went to the counter!
Oh no!, not the counter, that’s death row for everyone!
If you hear them say they want to grill you Frank, don’t
believe it, it’s not what you think.
Bangsy never did come back!
Poor Bangsy, such a silly sausage!
Door’s open, this is it!
Bye Patty!
Guess it’s hamburger time for me
OH, sorry Patty!!!
I mean, I guess I’ve seen my last bun!
7/9/18
It makes me so weak
my inside cries tears and more
the inward pain can't be explained
there's no key to open that door
It is such a monster
holding a tight grip
as my mouth is in a prison
the sentence is a lifeless trip
Nothing can be done
causing such heartache
as the fear that holds you
your tongue can't even brake
The monster in my mouth
creates words struggling to come
a deep inward battle
makes oneself feel so dumb
On occasions the body shakes
feeling disheartened and frustrated
but when a word does flow
making you feel really elated
But these times are few
the monster always makes you stammer
puts your mouth in its prison
shuts you up in its slammer
poetgord@2013
I wake up in the morning
With the alarm clock going off
The Major League would hire me
If they got a look at that toss
Landing perfectly in the trash
On the other side of the room
Didn't wake up then
Till mid-afternoon
Pretty sure for certain
My boss is wondering why me he hired
On the job less than a week
And already on the verge of being fired
Forgot to pay my phone bill
So I couldn't give him a call
Seems the only thing I do right
Is doing wrong
Too cheap to buy flowers
So I pick them out in left field
Right next to the honey patch
With bees munching their meals
Brought them home to my girlfriend
Who proceeded to sneeze and cough
With a case of hay fever
This didn't go over as well as I thought
Her sneezing also interrupted
The bees in the bunch
Sticking their heads out from
The middle of lunch
That's when Miss Noisy
Was repeatedly stung
Seems the only thing I do right
Is doing wrong
Needing to withdraw my measly savings
I head down to the bank
Step inside and holler HOLD UP
As I was running late
All the tellers they screamed
And pointed accusingly at me
As I stood there in the middle
Of all the melee
The cops roughed me and cuffed me
And took me to jail
With no boss and no girlfriend
To pay on my bail
Now here I sit in the slammer
With no idea of how long
Seems the only thing I do right
Is doing wrong
Pick them at random, the best way to start.
The very young or very old are easiest to part,
With the info you need to get the ball rolling.
You scare them at first and then start cajoling.
By gaining their trust and becoming their friend,
You'll get access to funds and accounts without end.
Tell them their computer's been hacked by a scammer,
Or they owe for back taxes, will be locked in the slammer;
But you're there to help and make everything right.
For a small monthly fee it will be alright.
Once you get those numbers then you're home free,
Then it's pay day already for you and for me.
I was browsing through the menu and laid my eyes upon interesting cocktails and mock tails.
I snapped up the names with the blackberry camera and wove them together to couplets.
Dedicate this one to my friends who love and cherish the cocktails and mock tails.
Cheers……………………………
With love from zeauoxian, black lady, Tom Collins,
Three peaks merlot, white lady, John Collins.
Between the sheets, pink pusy, screaming ******,
Pink lady, lost bikini, ******.
Misty nite, hairy navel, ding a ling,
Sunset, buttock clencher, Singapore sling.
Lady killer, fuzzy navel, coconut diaquiry,
Bloody Mary, fenny wenny woo woo, orange diaquiry.
Pure calypso, climax, kick in the balls,
Caribbean fever, planter’s punch, rocks for the dolls.
Peach pleasure, tequila sunrise, margarita,
Pina coloda, sunset, caipirnha.
Coco colada, slippery dick, the hammer,
Gimlet, sweet nips, tequila slammer.
Passona orange, passona lime, sex on the beach,
Orange blossom, lime blossom. Passionate peach.
Gin fiz, Cuba libre, Roby Roy,
Black lagoon, black Russian, beach buoy.
Fight fiesta, stinger rum cocktail, side car,
Negroni, pink elephant, brandy lime shot from the bar.
Mohjito, long island iced tea, whiskey sour,
Renaissance merlot, vina tarapoca chardonnay.
All these heady concoction,
Many of them and lots of action.
The science of achohol blending, of the art of mixology,
All these to the tipper is fun and to do with a smooth tripology!!!!!!!!
letting go of trying to let go
is a stubborn hammer to the rusty nail of life
a dream come true ago i was in awe of a superstar
a broken time machine later i was neck deep in question marks
my mind was an indecisive balloon in constant states of fluctuation and contemplation
moonlit dreams of a certain celebration raced through my head at breakneck speed
the crash and burn came about when you decided that you had enough
it is then that my heart knew no more arrows that meant anything
opportunity keys were now eye candy museums for passionate locksmiths
my biggest regret is having regrets at all with you as that only subject
i go bonkers everyday and healthy alternatives never fall on me
the only weight i ever feel is that of your ice boulder shoulder
letting go of trying to let go
is a repetitive door slammer with endless pails of strife
revised from 2014
He looked like an old antique with leathered skin - creased and tan,
His lips trembled as tried to speak - his words were hard to understand-
His eyes were a beautiful blue, but held only his fear,
Nothing around him was clean, and on occasion he shed a tear-
Once he had a good name and and could spend money without a care,
Life had been a challenging game, but now it was just drinks to share-
He wasn't trying to drown sorrows - didn’t have any as it’d been so long,
His life turned into a downward spiral as everything went wrong-
One drink became two, three, then four - always a barroom brawl-
Friends didn’t hang with him anymore, but he didn't give a - - - - at all-
Lost everything that mattered, now jail time didn’t scare him in the least,
Being behind bars when plastered, 3 meals in the slammer were a feast
Drunk with no place to go, he sat by an liquor store street light,
But under the downtown bridge- a hole, is where he slept most every night-
When told by another of his kind, “Go where you won't be alone,”
His broken soul found "Wino Town-" the place he now calls "home"-
I was there when old Troy burned,
all the babies I dashed and hurled,
slayed Hector and Achilles,
made Priam scream in agony.
I was there at the Fall of Rome,
snuffed a light half the world had known,
slammer the door on the Classic Age,
with angry Goths storming in a rage.
Next I came for the Byzantines,
to put down that stubborn Roman dream,
emperor fell in the battle rough,
let loose the Ottomans on Europe.
You can’t get rid of me,
I‘m what you don’t want
but you know that you need.
Some things will always be,
but you hate, you hate, you hate
to be a part of me.
I strode tall at Yorktown’s field,
helped George Washington seal the deal,
Cornwallis for surrender begged,
clearing the road for freedom ahead.
I struck hard at Richmond’s line,
in the trenches, in the muck and grime,
until Lee fled from Petersburg’s route,
I hounded him and brought down the south.
I took the sword to the Nazis,
slaughtered Krauts there at Normandy,
took France with Patton’s tanks,
saved some Jews from monsters rank.
You can’t get rid of me,
I’m what you don’t want
but you sometimes need.
Some things will always be,
and you hate, you hate, you hate
To be a part of me.
But it’s your fate, your fate, your fate
To be the heart of me.
Danny pleaded with his daddy for a German shepherd puppy,
But papa instead, suggested a cuddly kitten or a harmless guppy.
Danny won the battle and they visited the local city pound,
And the lad selected a pup named Duke to be his faithful hound!
Duke was just a little feller when they rescued him from the shelter,
But as time moved on he grew, creating all kinds of helter-skelter!
They became the greatest of pals as they roamed about the town,
And if anyone messed with Danny, Duke was quick to take 'em down!
Duke was a rowdy creature and liked to chase the neighbor's cats,
And dig in the neighbor's flower gardens, driving people bats!
He made 'deposits' that were not appreciated on many a pristine lawn,
And disturbed neighbors by barking all night long until the early dawn!
Duke fought all other dogs and was renowned as the city's canine bully.
A judge gave Danny an option, before the town, Duke could further sully.
Duke could serve time in the slammer or join the army canine corps.
He chose to enlist in the canine corps and was disciplined in the art of war!
He served with honor and distinction but alas was killed in action,
And was later honored as a hero in his hometown with this transaction:
Though once considered a downright nuisance and the village kook,
A monument was erected in Memorial Park to honor dear old Duke!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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