Breaking The Law Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Breaking The Law



Breaking the law

I have been watching programs on the telly
the same ones many times as I tend to forget the ending
that never make sense, and I blame the producers
Who has changed the script during filming?
I see much TV now that I have to sit in it's so boring
I fall asleep except when there is a western movie
preferable in black& white where they do a lot of shooting
and never re-load the revolver, any blood and gore,
and the best thing is we know the hero is winning.
I have been indoors now for a fortnight but the lockdown
has been extended, it is like a war situation
if I walk out, I will be arrested for breaking the curfew.
Had I been in my house in the interior of Algarve it would
not be a problem walking in the forest, they don't shoot
people yet, but there is a hefty fine for breaking the edict.

Thursday, April 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: story
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walkerjohn 30 April 2020

Aloha My Brother Oskar! Cheers and from this end of Dodge it is a bit after 3am... whose finger is on what button? I trust you are breathing still cause you be wrightin as IAM... throwing about and oust words of sens and sense and sin? Southern most Faro? Hey... you got rooms for rent? I, could kinda, sorta, maybe... stretch out my wings and be there like Flash Gordon! Sans that phuucking suit! All of the best from this life, to you, and all of our relations... Michaelw1two

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