"Murder Incorporated"
I CALL 9-1-1...
"Hey what's the problem?"
The self-appointed saviors
Would have taken some losses...
On the night heat carousel
In this deadly oasis
Tossed on a sea of total indifference
The black horses spin...
While the calliope whistles!!!
“What is the nature of your problem, sir?”
A monotone nose job digitally inquires...
While probing the dial with a DNA finger
Buying the time to set up a "fall"
The good samaritan Death Wish father
Never shoulda called,
"It’s not MY problem”
“So, where the hell were YOU
In that kid’s darkest hour???!!!"
My obvious disgust is not characteristic
Of one needing help, but rather one needing
An "attitude adjustment” administered freely...
With a three-sided nightstick, outlawed by Geneva...
In the hands of a tyrant, it always delivers!!!
"It was YOUR war PIG
That put that human
Sunken-eyed, plate-headed
Wounded brother
Gun-toting fear stricken
GI martyr...
On every crumbling Market Street
Town to Town and
Border to Border!!!”
Fearing detection
I hang up quickly!
Long before...
They can track my call...
I slump in my chair
And scan the bad news
Through cold coffee backwater
And cigarette butts...
Scanning the headlines
Always cheers me up...
Here's a good one...
“A man in Georgia has been arrested
His car impounded his wife molested
For a 'Shit Happens' bumper sticker
Sunday morning...”
Should have stayed in bed...
And read the Funnies!
Hmmmmmm, here's some more!!!
"A Skinhead is awarded two years for killing
A black man with an "All-American" baseball bat...
With “Make Shit Happen” tattooed on his forehead!"
His Aryan wrist got an awful slap!
A trophy of HIGH evolutionary standard
On the sports page of
INCOMPREHENSIBLE IGNORANCE!!!
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