Sonnet VIII
The State came knocking, pounding on the door,
And when they busted through found quite a mess:
A dozen bagels strewn across the floor,
In varied, lurid stages of undress.
But far worse was an onion sliced in two, With what they deemed was no remorse at all; Its skin was slathered with a cream cheese glue, That kept each half stuck to the kitchen wall.
The agents clenched their fists and cried Why, Lord? Their souls were shattered, battered with self doubt; One tried to hang himself with toaster cord, Until the wiser, other belted out:
Without us there could never justice be — These bagels need protective custody!
But far worse was an onion sliced in two, With what they deemed was no remorse at all; Its skin was slathered with a cream cheese glue, That kept each half stuck to the kitchen wall.
The agents clenched their fists and cried Why, Lord? Their souls were shattered, battered with self doubt; One tried to hang himself with toaster cord, Until the wiser, other belted out:
Without us there could never justice be — These bagels need protective custody!
22
07 2009
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I did not see this episode of CSI
Had I
I surely would have cried
Not in the mayhem and violence of it all
but for the wasted potential
and the imminent hunger I now experience
the sad howling of my belly
as I send down more black coffee and
smoke another cigarette
The lack of foresight
an onion bagel to purchase
too late
the regret