S & M And B & D Poem by Joe Rosochacki

Anyone for some S & M. B & D?
That is what Bob and Jenny Though was heaven.
Until it turned in to a nightmarish Hell,
When Chambers strangled Levin.
“She was molesting me, having her way.”
In the crab-apple grove in Central Park,
He had to stop her, he was in pain,
While they continued to screw in the dark,
Their passionate love B & D ran amuck,
Should I be so fortunate to have such luck?
Bob copped a plea and therefore reduced his sentence.
From first degree murder to manslaughter,
From possible life to five years at best,
What would you do if that was your dead daughter?
It is as ridiculous as the Vincent Chin case.
Another miscarriage of justice, the balance of the judicial scale,
To be put to test only to miserably fail.
Central Park, you know what happened that night,
In the darkness of moonlight or bright sunny daylight.

Chambers and Levin, S & M and B & D,
I don’t know how you did it Bob,
That is “getting off” so easy,
You should’ve been convicted of murder of at least the second degree,
Another case delivered by the justice of the blind-folded statue,
The lady with the scales, the one that cannot see.

(9-1986)