poetry critical

online poetry workshop

Human Rights

Where were you the day the President died?
This time we want the truth, no lies,
or story’s cloned from phony magazines.
We want to hear it right.
O.K. Lets start from the beginning,
not walking backwards from the end,
pretending you were a secret agent
who’d strayed behind a pile of porcelain pigs
that flew through old Ma Maloney’s
“Everything Must Go Store.”
The gun, telescopic lens, bullet proof underpants
you wore, getaway car, silvery blue,
almost brand new Buick parked up by Mr. Hewitt’s
pie shop- meat and potato, steak pork and sago-.
What was stuffed in the black bag?
We’re searching all the drains and tunnels.
You won’t get away with it by pleading madness,
you dumb ass . Pass me a gob stopper and turn out the light
while I check out your story…………………………………
It’s shite! You were in the park with Muriel Macaroni,
giving her balony and over age sex. Its on the text message you sent
to Peter “The Patsy” Panstick down the Dry Cleaners.
So you see the case is as clear as day……………..
Nothing to say? You tick all the boxes. Your nicked,
And we’ll do you for the president as well, so we can
keep the lid on the bad smell coming off his case.

19 Jul 07

Rated 8 (8.7) by 1 users.
Active (1):
Inactive (2): 8, 8, 10

(define the words in this poem)
(947 more poems by this author)

Add A Comment:
Enter the following text to post as unknown: captcha


haha...this is great! Thanks for the amusement.
 — Cherish

Larry...should have known...
 — Cherish

Hi Cherish

The pleasure is all mine.

Larry the laff Lark
 — larrylark

tried to email. came back.
 — hank

don't presidents dye every day?
 — hank

Hi Hank

I guess they do in a world that is so grey.
 — larrylark

humor specialist strikes again.

and yes.. i have tried emailing too. it keeps bouncing
 — trochee

Sorry Trochee

I will have my e mails sorted by Christmas and you will be among the first to know.

Larry Pony express Lark
 — larrylark

sorry Larry, but i did a nosy background check on your poems, to see which ones hadn't been commented on, to comment and let people know what a good poem it was, but i did not find it. that is a very good thing, of course.

and yet still enough haven't commented on this poem. i know you don't care about how many comments you get, but this is very original to me.

very much so.
 — listen