Babies in prison
become a problem.
The government is demanded upon
to show what they've got on them.
Meanwhile, infants behind bars
lie next to teddy bears with records.
The President arrives, with the skeletal warden
to investigate, harrumph, and mouth some several prepared words.
So young!
By a jury of diapered droolers convicted.
So done!
Like dinner, so some schmoe can get elected.
Babies in prison
sit in swings for ten to twenty.
And politicians who admit their own crimes?
Sorry, we couldn't find any.
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for Get Listed at Toads.
Damn this is so true.
ReplyDeleteI love this part:
ReplyDelete"Meanwhile, infants behind bars
lie next to teddy bears with records." Especially if we're talking about teddies playing tunes.
Ain't that the truth. Well penned verse.
ReplyDeleteShay--The politician who most needs to stand up for the crimes they committed is the President... Guess that's never gonna happen.
ReplyDeleteI've always favored Bloom County's definition of a statesman - a dead politician.
ReplyDeleteGood to see you Shay, and thanks for adding your pen ~
Your satire is,as ever, unique and delivers a potent message. This is so darn clever.
ReplyDeleteAh, bitterly sad-funny.
ReplyDeleteA not so funhouse mirror that reflects the bizarro world we live in today all too well. The baby metaphor is skewering, also.
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza has some teeth!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem - excellent verse.
ReplyDeleteWhat Sioux said......
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