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Texghanistan

A Cry Of Outrage

Who’s inside of my body. No man should be there…
Not without my permission. We victims of rape
Are rejected by the highest court of the land.
I can feel the tight grip of the government’s hand
Up my intimate caverns. There is no escape
But for those in support of women everywhere.

The profession of pro life is hypocrisy
Spewed by zealots religious. Life has no meaning
For the poor and the needy. They are not of God.
Any woman with feeling sees through the façade.
I shall thank divine forces for intervening
In the actions of madmen who rule by decree.

Who’s inside of my conscience and I inside theirs?
When I look in the mirror, no one do I see
With a robe and a stern look of condescension.
He who thinks of my body has bad intention.
I decide if and when a man gets inside me
And especially whether or not I have heirs.

Absolute is the power that must be maintained
By white men in authority. White babies are
A valuable asset. Non-whites who are poor
Will be killed or imprisoned. In evil grandeur
I am pushed to limits but never too far
That I lose sight of what in the past has been gained.

A Supreme DUI Judge

Horror

It’s not that I’ve no content. I’ve got that and more.
Politics interrupts, then I push things aside
That are worthwhile discussing rather than a guy
Who could be a fine poster boy for DUI.
He’s quite fond of the froth. He admits that with pride.
Does he share this with colleagues passed out on the floor?

I like beer. I’ll admit it. But I’m not a judge.
So I guess if you’re privileged, it scores a plus.
I throw many a tantrum. I don’t get my way.
I do hope that this madman is not here to stay.
He got in underhandedly. What’s to discuss
When a judge acts the fool and the right do not budge?

Can you look at this punk’s face and find justice there?
The question is not legal. Faces are allowed
To display bouts of lunacy. Justice, therefore,
Is a drunken perverseness. What may be in store
For the beer boasting psycho behind the black shroud
Is a seat on a prison bench. Would that be fair?

…Maybe not. Perhaps DUI justice is more
Apropos to the temperament and core belief
That some people get what they deserve by virtue
Of the fate that has branded them for life to screw.
Until he takes that robe off, to me, he’s a thief.
Justice that isn’t justice is hard to ignore.