Short Stick - 2011/01/17

In the clearing stands a well groomed man
Strong and confident in a seersucker suit
Looking about he realizes he is all alone
And hurriedly digs a hole for all his loot

Far behind are the legions quite confused
Their pockets turned out for fairy tales
Clothed in rags while pilfering the trash
The train of their lives is off the rails

The police lounge around ingesting donuts
Worrying about quotas that are not filled
Wondering if those vagrants can be charged
Before they are all bussed away or killed

What here has happened is quite the crime
It is too bad nobody really seems to care
What is justice if not applied in measure
Or forgotten now altogether is that fair

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