Clearly, Constable, We know not!
February 28, 2009
Lately I’ve been reading the dictionary
(The Bible ain’t helpin’ me much)
To serve criminals with poetic justice
But all I could come up with were weather metaphors
And the good old fashioned rainy arc-en-ciel clichés
So instead I went to bite the bullet
But all I got
Was a mouth full of gun powder
And suddenly this cause seemed too bitter to fight
White the spawn of the 21st century diet cola Aphrodites
and their oh-so-lanky-oh-s0-beautiful picture framed corpses
Lying around like stones on a stairwell
I ask why torture pays more than anything else
And seemingly in higher numbers
Oh buck up
When those homophobic patriarchs
get their stories garbled
We’ll ask why these issues weren’t on their minds before.
The sun set the seasons before it set the day.
Considering equality was supposely first place
the story was far more garish behind the scenes
So I let the scantily clad story be.
So we sit, put life on hiatus
While the high-sounding praise of the 20th century radioman
reminds us that our forefathers faught for us.
He said:
Where they shot high and mighty,
We bite the bullet and miss.
