I’m from Pennsylvania and
have never run into a ditch,
but, I have run into a cop.
I was driving my civil liberties
down the Pike of Providence,
when suddenly an invidious cop,
dressed in tyranny, blocked my way.
He said 2+2=3½ and I said
he was crazy...he put me in jail!
The next time I saw him
I spit in his face -
“2+2=4, Jackass! ”
His face turned red
in the presence of said...
admonition.
Me transmuting to...healthy hate.
(12-30-07)
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