Everybody has a story
What about mine
Everyone has their own tales to tell
I am still waiting for my turn to shine
Motivated one day
Wanting to die the next
Hoping for the miracle
Unwilling to take the step
Just not it
That's the way to describe me
Just one step late
Self trapped in a prison , afraid of being free
Lost in the loopholes
Searching for an end
Yet running from the outcome
Which I can't comprehend
What can I do now
Life's going away
Faster than I want it to
I am aware of the pace
I am obligated to surrender to
Maybe this was my destiny
My life was meant to be a cautionary tale
Just so others were free to sail
'Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! all stand,'
said the bailiff before remand,
as legal eagles had looked for loopholes,
flaws in the law,
large enough to lose a lorry,
is that what they became lawyers for?
If I had taken their advice,
blindly handed out to me,
I'd have gone directly to jail,
if not in a trice.
Attorneys, barristers, solicitors,
ambulance chasers,
searching for victims
so they may litigate,
seen one you've seen them all,
what's not to hate?
Why oh y
does poetry soup
not post the exact
month and day
the poem went moot?
* P.S. See below
Tees and Cees
Loopholes online firms exploit
In very small print on transaction documents a normal eye seldom spies and sees
Until legal implications take him for a maladroit
Too gullible to bother
Too illiterate to placate
Too fallible
And too inveterate
To take seriously
To address with respect
To injure deleteriously
To treat with disrespect
With the impunity sanctioned by outdated legislation
Written for brick and mortar dinosaurs
Which enables their spineless extrapolation
To rub salt on sores
Customers sustain
When click and trick businesses
Retain and maintain in a vain
Effort to benefit from the folly their monopoly disgorge and disburse as egregious legal excesses.
The problem with all of us....
We only see the loopholes;
& ignore the important thing....
The beauty of the souls!
Why don't we understand....
A fellow without follies is not human;
He is either a divine being....
Or the shadow of a demon!
Before u ransack the core of my heart....
Searching for reasons to hate me~
Why don't u, actually, get a mirror...
And have a look at the reality......!!!
Think of George Orwell's Animal Farm
"All animals are equal but some claim
More equal than the other"
Out of a sow's ear
A silk purse can't be made, all the same.
=============================
Honorable Mention
Contest: Citizens or Subjects
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.