Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 54,478 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Order Is Called - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Some may find it a difficult task,
To argue the rules of correctness...
In a court of law,
When the prosecutor shows up drunk.
The jury is passing a joint of weed between them.
The bailiff is masturbating!
The plaintiff is sharing a 5th of scotch.
And the defendant appears in a clown suit!
When the order is called for all to rise...
At a rascism charge proceeding,
A prostitute comes from under the judge's bench.
And 'he' is the district attorney,
That everyone recognizes as the local minister!
But silence is demanded...
As the national anthem is played!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2008



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