Friday, December 07, 2018
Visions of Rape
She imagined it.
Confides Judge to Wifey.
Jesus! Much too close!
Exclaims Innocent One.
Justice
Peruses Always-Drunk-Al,
...has two components:
JUST and ICE.
Labels: Justice, language, opinion, rape, trial
Wednesday, October 03, 2018
Future Trials
Lucille and Pedro made it stink again.
With their drama!
He felt embarrassed for them, and when
they started dancing, felt they’d anger
the judges enough to ruin his chances also.
He had given his measured
presentation already. A few judges showing appreciation at the sedate
air engendered by his clear charts.
presentation already. A few judges showing appreciation at the sedate
air engendered by his clear charts.
Then, Lucille stumbled into him, and
a difficult time righting herself.
He had risen from his chair in order to
push her gently off, but she had strength
in her fury, managing to drag him to Pedro.
The three of them danced even more madly.
He couldn’t stop, either! A fit!
Strangely, it did him some good with the judges, their instantly nullifying the homeless chip in all three.
They were awarded an apartment!
Went there the next day, had great fun
furnishing it with kitsch abandoned in
many of the other flats.Labels: audition, future, homeless, trial
Monday, December 18, 2017
The Infernals
I couldn't be exiled
while renouncing, so
bought some time with
Ahb, the local devil.
The examiners asked
pointed questions, but
the old Catholic priest
topped them later.
Did I participate in
a Circle Jerk with Satan
and a party not to be
named?
That got me gleeful, so
I offered to name the
third party, but the judges
wouldn't hear of it!
The Infernals of Oceania
would be next, and none
present knew a thing about
them.
I'd make them up and the
judges would quickly be on it,
and insist my exile papers
be signed and stamped.
So , leaving these silly
asses imminent!
Acutally, Rononsofol more
to my liking.
Even though they're, too, in
a fit of renunciation presently.
But there everybody says
FUCK IT ALL! quite early
and stages orgiastic parties.
The younger people everywhere
in this galaxy scoff at the
various devils, but will find
out something of the kind
is necessary.
Labels: devils, evil, future, renounce, Satan, trial, witness
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Losing a Daughter
Cult
Came dressed
as ducks.
You know the whacked-
out rest of it
from the arrest
record. Sucks!
And quacking trial.
Hasn’t yet...cauterized.
But no daughter of mine
will ever again...!
Labels: arrest, cult, daughter, duck, trial
Tuesday, May 05, 2015
The Proxy
A little used device, but when I was offered
a deal to stand in as a proxy in a white collar
trial, I accepted.
That way, Mr________used the time to keep his
swindling ways going.
My lawyer instructed me to always appear
attentive, which is more than I can say for
the jury. Each took turns snoozing.
Judge Buchanan looked disgusted! At them,
at me, at the evidence, and at my lawyer’s
inane twisting of it.
The trial dragged on. No sweat: I’m paid by the day.
In the seventeenth day, I found out why he was
called Crazy Bucky.
He dismissed the jury and declared my heinous crimes
merited Capital Punishment.
Whereupon, he declared me guilty, and scheduled
sentencing the following day.
Naturally I pled proxy then, the wrong guy, etc.
“You’re the only defendant we’ve got presently.”
But the lawyer and I begged successfully for an
additional day.
“Oh all right! I’ll play golf instead!”
“You’re in deep shit!” cried the lawyer when the
judge blackly fled. "Your only hope is that something
happens to the nut!”
I lacked such power. I thought. But in my dream
that night I saw Crazy Bucky shoot from his limo in
the garage, rushing to a small toilet for the
attendants. He expired in that mean place,
on its mean throne.
Actually.
In a week the governor’s limo dropped that August
Personage at my apartment.
He brought a signed pardon. Which operated for
me and the real crook.
Be that as it may, the governor hoped I’d use my
power for the good of the Commonwealth, and
gave me a dedicated phone, where bureaucrats
could call me.
A wonderful antique, red with a rotary dial, and
salvaged from a torn-down firehouse. A wall job.
Quite the bright spot in my sparse apartment.
No one, of course, calls.
Labels: irrational judge, justice system, pardon, proxy, trial
Sunday, November 02, 2014
Courtroom
Media Excitement is Absolutely Excitement!
Another Opening, Another Show!
And the gangster is a prankster!
Funny as hell in speech too.
The prosecutor has a list of those he snuffed.
It’s boring.
But then it gets repeated, and our Star has
an appropriate remark for each victim.
Camera people and mike-thrusters go nuts after!
They’re making a movie, too! Bet you didn’t know that!
Labels: gangster, gangster humor, media frenzy, trial
Thursday, January 09, 2014
Inventing a Defense
Kahuna and Advocate
-There's the Government side, and sui-cide.
-How much will it cost?
-Millions.
-That's Show Biz! I just wanna stay outa jail.
-As do I.
Labels: fraud, jail, lawyer-client, trial
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sorry, but in most court cases I’ve seen
live and on TV I’d
never vote to convict.
State weaves dreamworld of, not just
circumstance. More, innuendo show-
ing wretch in dock one badass dude.
I know he is, but that ain’t proof
in the particular case, it’s crap!
Oh well, he probably did it, and
some of his other dreadful acts
have gone un-revenged. Uh huh.
God speaking is it?
