Goodkingalan

Suspect System

Finding no cause, I pause look around but he laughs as he hands me a slip. What a tripthe man has he's never far from my back. I change tack, my words too unconvincing he smiles so vague and uncaring. Now I'm swearing, thinking of replacing his face with some bruises. All that proves is there is no right or wrong on this just his mind. All blind, wrapped up I have no camerato convince a judge. He has no grudge, yet my word is suspect have no chance to prove it. To fight it, I have no money for advice from a lw man or this slip at the same time. My final dimem might be good enough for them, their black robes, them so cold. I am bold, rambling on feeling my freedoms but the judge starts to yawn, Swinging down, that hammer I know I lost, but to have my word become contempt?! In a box kept, for trying to speak out true? No, for not having the cash or credit, I said it, money might have bailed me out, way before I hit the bench for sentencing, It's not even interesting, I'm getting more poor in jail with everyone else, our life lost our jobs gone. Now hold on! One slight error mars me for life? A parking error I'm sure I was right. It isn't right, Old rich richie gets buy on his pass, how crass cold and uncaring. I'm through caring, What have you done for me lately this Countries new Motto.
In Voce Sotto, What can I possibly do for myself?
8/24/04

Wit, Wisdom, Whimsy

Anger burns at the edges of my patience, I can harldy stand the news anymore.

Explore away

Explore away, there must be more of this world to explore, If we've found it all It's incredibly poor, make all the poor slobs get up off the floor, Put all of the rich right out of the door, This rhyme of mine begins to bore, If I keep It up I'll hear you all snore, maybe I'll get some pep pills from that guy at the store, see all you fools when I'm back some more...