Short Illegally Poems
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Magnum, P.I. Investigations
Tom Selleck
Played a fake P.I. who was not always angelic.
Actual P.I. hired by adjacent water district proved
That he had water illegally removed.
Will these nests of sparrows go so empty?
And these sacred fig trees ever get dried?
If eagles need to build their nests trendy,
Will these nests of sparrows go so empty?
Should little birds get illegally fired?
Just because from somewhere some birds arrived,
Will these nests of sparrows go so empty?
And these sacred fig trees ever get dried?
16 June 20021
A car was parked illegally;
The hydrant wasn’t cleared,
Plus it was by a nursing home
And might have interfered.
I never would have noticed it,
But signage did impart
That a tow truck would be coming
‘Cause the engine wouldn’t start.
Thee note said “Please!” perhaps to cops
Who rarely have the choice
About issuing a ticket to
A reprobate Rolls Royce!
JUST A HUG
AND I FOUND MY NIPPLES
IN BETWEEN HIS LIPS
JUST A HUG
AND HE BROUGHT ME A BAG
FULL OF “CDS” WITHOUT A TAG
DOUBTING THE BRAND
I FLED AND LANDED
IN THE MUD
JUST A HUG
AND ILLEGALLY, IT LED HIM INTO THE PROMISE LAND
THRUSTING ME IN … OUT … IN-OUT LIKE MAD
JUST A HUG
AND FOR ONCE
SOMEONE MADE A DIFFERENCE
FOR ONCE
I CAN TRUST A HUG?
Their will be a trail of suffering bodies
broken inside blinded by the deepest guilt
where chaos is coming soon with despair
trying to snatch little unloved children
inside their mother's darkness fire of suffering burns
giving birth to Babylon's demon lilith filled with wickedness
which will crush every good deed as evil judgemental
for condemning murder stands to judge illegally
Just a series of taps,
Deeper into that hole,
No that hole,
Just a series of taps,
All their holes,
Any hole you can imagine is here,
Just a series of taps,
Illegally legal & immorally moral,
Just a series of taps,
Finger tip mantras,
Normalise our naked youth,
Just a series of simple taps,
The Algorithm stealthily sells innocence,
To the slave market of the MAPs
Fanatical Enforcement of the Law
By Elton Camp
Because it was parked illegally on the street,
This vehicle with the zealous cop did meet
If anyone dares to use the “No Parking” zone,
When he comes back, then his car will be gone
That it was a hearse and a funeral underway
Doesn’t matter for, “The law all must obey”
The pallbearers brought the casket out the door
But the hearse wasn’t parked there anymore
Dear Lord please have gentle mercy
There has surely been a worst she.
Please help me spare her worthless life.
Wasn’t most horrible mom and wife.
Serial killer? Simple she?
Dear Lord, please have gentle mercy.
Victims from that faraway town.
Evidence illegally found.
Dear Lord, please have gentle mercy.
There has surely been a worse she.
Her spotless house is always clean.
Maybe that’s what made her completely mean?
The numerous dirty-white mounds
Of snow that lined the narrow street
Stood like fortified embankments;
Each varying in height and width
Depending on the autos size.
Each space of eminent domain
Was illegally claimed either
By dozens of plastic lawn chairs,
Trash cans, anything to obstruct
Entry into this reserved spot.
I wonder if the yellow snow
I see dotting a few places
Is from a neighborhood canine
Or from a property owner?
April 6th Back of the Bus
Many years ago
When I was a foolish young man
I took a greyhound bus trip
Just to see the country
I was trapped
In the back of the bus
Where the young
And restless souls
Gathered together
And drank illegally
And smoked weed
Also illegally
We stayed there
Until Winnemuca
Where I got off
And found my bus pass
Had found another owner
And I went to Salt Lake City
Still trapped in the back of the bus
In addition to indigenous peoples
of the Americas known as Native Americans
the country of U.S.A. is populated
by those from far away other lands
but now there are many in the U.S.
living illegally on borrowed time
as the Governement wants to deport them all
for an untried unproven crime
and if they do so then who will pick
all the fruit and vegetable crops
when they are gone back to where they're from
as that's where the dollar stops
Exceptions disregard the rules
Like neither’s “i” and “e”
Or smokers who refuse to quit
And live to ninety-three.
Cops who park illegally
As if they were allowed
And those who pass the velvet ropes
That won’t admit the crowd.
Parents who refuse vaccines
For reasons none too clear
And A-list folk for whom a table
Seems to just appear.
There’s an expectation that
From rules, some will depart;
Exceptions, though, remind us that
What’s fair plays little part.
Turning right against the light’s
Illegal in New Yawk.
That rule’s observed by drivers,
Not by those who run or walk.
In other places, no such law
Exists, so often plates
Of cars which turn when they should not
Reflect their different states.
And that is why I was surprised
When, right in front of me,
A New York car ignored the red
And turned illegally.
What made it even weirder
Was the driver was a nun!
If ticketed, I wonder ‘bout
The story she’d have spun.