"attorneys" poems
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BUT IF YOU SEE MY MOM, TELL HER TO CALL ME.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
This letter, is to inform you, about a
bomb threat
that we received this, morning. Name of a Name
Unified Consolidated ISD,
a State-Recognized School of Somethingness,
Where Kids Come First under the theme of
All The Kids All The Curriculum All The Time
is committed, to the safety and education
of all our students and We Are Number One,
Go #Thundercatbears!, ‘Cause We are #All-Hashtagged
in Unity and Oneness. We also, want
to clearly communicate with split infinitives
And crazy commas all over the place
to parents about safety issues when they
get found out arise.
This morning, a phone call, was received,
by the receptionist at
The-Latest-Name-Held-in-Place-with-Velcro-Until-the-Next-Name-Change
Elementary School and Essential Spirit
Dreams New Dawn Progress Learning and
Technology Center of the Future
stating a
bomb
was present, on the campus.
After conferring with the Threat Assessment Team,
The Standard Response Protocol team,
the Chinkypin-Lizard Lick Police Department parked in the handicapped spaces at Tia Jolene’s Goremay Eats ‘n’ Bokays out next to the Interstate,
the cheerleader sponsors,
Facebook,
Twitter,
our attorneys,
and Superintendent Dr. Hamestus Goodoleboy “Spike” Ponsonby III,
the students were rapidly, and efficiently evacuated
to a safe area up in the football bleachers
where they would be more obvious targets
and the school was professionally and thoroughly
swept for anything suspicious and untoward.
During this time,
when no students were in danger,
another call was received stating that gunshots
were fired in the school. There were no gunshots,
fired in the school and
no children were in danger at any time.
Currently, we’re are is allowing students,
who were never in any danger,
to return to school as usual
where there was never any danger at any time.
We will have extra counselors and therapists available
if students or parents needs supports are
counsolining in spelling ‘n’ sentence structure.
The students were never in any danger at any time.
All threats to our school where
their was never any danger
and students who were never in any danger
will be taken seriously immediately
and thoroughly and investigated
thoroughly and fully except for that call
last week that we managed to keep covered up.
We wanted to inform you of the correct facts
because our correct facts are the only facts
so you can discuss them with your child/ren
Of any race, *** color, creed, religion,
or gender identification or not
and emphasize the seriousness of our facts,
which are the only facts. If you discover
Any facts untoward or out of place please contact us
At the district office at
*** *** xxxx ext ***
or the Chinkypin - Lizard Lick Police Department
immediately and thoroughly.
No children were in, danger at any time.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
Hi.
My name's Blair and
I'll be your instructor tonight.
Defensive driving with a class full of
Deviants.
Even the instructor had
Five Tickets
His first year and a half in San Antonio.
But, hey! We get an insurance discount.
Sometimes people get to the front
And they're not sure if
They're supposed to have a book.
What book?
You still have time before class--
Get those donuts!
Do I have the right book?
Everybody needs a pen--
If you have a fairy pen, that won't do.
Today we're going to learn about driving techniques...
Don't worry.
No matter how far off track I get,
We still get done early.
What's the real policy on pecans?
I was wondering
If you could cut the jet noise
Between, oh...about 5.30, sixish?
Split-second decisions
Spot the hazards
You're driving along 1604
And the speed limit changes to
Fifty
Overnight.
Where were the warning signs?
Is this the book?
How hard is it to drive your car if you're not in the driver's seat?
Did anybody get the donuts?
Where's the pizza he was talking about?
Why isn't he in the driver's seat?
Why am I?
Out of hundreds of architects,
Why did Newsweek ask
A nearby park resident?
Your jury isn't attorneys.
No, it's people.
Your punishment isn't
The Red Square.
No, it's--
CUT THE JETS!
WHAT BOOK IS HE TALKING ABOUT?
I WANTED PEPPERONI.
List common signs of an impaired driver.
First, he's not in the driver's seat...
Sometimes people get to the front...
Of donuts and pizza
And they're not sure
Which one should I choose?
If they're supposed to have a book.
No matter how far off track I get,
There isn't a policy for pecans.
We still get done early.
You can't stop the jets from flying.
The jury isn't attorneys.
Drive within the speed limits and
The jury is people.
Pay attention to your driving.
I found the book!
All right--class is over;
I'll see you on Thursday.
I thought we were going to have pizza.
I'll bring donuts...next time.
I was wondering...
How hard is it to steer
Your car if
You're
Not in the driver's seat...?
~Christa Elise Cannon.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
it took him two hours to
count the bills; would you
believe that?
hihihi
global network
brokers
state's attorneys
distributors
transnational trucking
not to mention the
containers
entrepreneurs like him
timeless my dear!
he descends from
a lineage of
cold-blooded
hawk-eyed
eager
men
quite brutish well but who
wouldn't fight for money?
you see?
moreover as far as
i'm concerned
we are talking about a well established
name here; engraved above monuments
nationwide
you mustn't worry
good people
clean reputations
don't look behind you
don't mind the reflection
don't try to feel the hole in
the back of your head
it's just your blood
it will be over
you have to die now
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
*Insert tasteless **** joke here*
I stand still listening to the clicking trigger of your words
As the bullet shooting from your mouth hits a still new wound
And even though this all past just over a year ago
Every time my battle scars from this ongoing war start to heal
A new obstacle must be conquered, and new wounds form
What you did to me was repeated
not once
not twice
Four more times
****
******
and Child ***********
All used to just be words
Officers
Judges
And district attorneys
Were once all just people
Your **** joke may be funny to you
But think of the people who really lived through it
The *** end of your **** joke
The boys and girls standing
Hiding behind the façade of petty laughter
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Presidential paramours sanctioned but not silenced.
Not to speak yet being heard, attorneys and agencies speaking on their behalf.
Everyone knows,
now that the election has passed.
Who would have cared anyway?
We know now that it doesn't matter, transgressions and despicable deeds never tarnish the orange luster.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
I stand still listening to the clicking trigger of your words
As the bullet shooting from your mouth hits a still new wound
And even though this all past just over a year ago
Every time my battle scars from this ongoing war start to heal
A new obstacle must be conquered, and new wounds form
What you did to me was repeated
not once
not twice
Four more times
****
******
and Child ***********
All used to just be words to me
Officers
Judges
And district attorneys
Were once all just people
Your **** joke may be funny to you
But think of the people who really lived through it
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
Identity is a trial being fought out in the courtroom of the mind.
Weary eyes and documents held high.
The two attorneys in endless controversy;
fear and hope.
A booming voice echoes in halls of mahogany;
”My dear jury, I present to you the latest self-evaluation from the world of man!”
And all to answer a question that never needed an answer;
”Am I enough?”
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
The taxman owned a share of him,
To another he owed rent.
His ex-wife and her attorneys
Had a say in how he spent.
When food got more expensive
He switched from Steak to bread.
The rising cost of health insurance
left him prostrate, nearly dead.
He worked all week at several jobs
In an attempt to make ends meet.
The reward for all his efforts
was to be taxed like the Elite.
He was star in his own tragedy;
a tortured leading man.
Today he is a Free man.
He died at his own hand.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
All I can do is sit back,
It's too late to stop this mess.
I'll put on some formal clothes,
Smile and watch the attorneys,
As they battle it out.
And speak on my behalf.
My father told me to behave,
I responded simply "always."
I didn't listen then...
I'm the same as I have always been.
I'm a little bit disturbed.
A darkened escape artist..
So now I fade in and out.
But I cover all my tracks.
Hide inside my hole.
And plan for the future ahead.
I try to live below the radar.
So I don't I'll sleep in a cell.
Go to meetings and recover.
Tell them all is well.
When people seldom change,
I haven't lost ties to my past.
I'm still the boy I was,
Now I need alternatives to incarceration.
Now I stand before a jury,
And past problems seem so petty.
Im just another poor soul who lost on the lottery.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 5:42 AM UTC
Noise, Annoyance, Nuisance my fellow attorneys!
Just a minute ...!
Let me recollect the boundaries of my universe. Let us unite in Pachalbel, in G minor. Let us find the common ground and melt melt melt....Oh!
The dog barks sonatas, bees buzz etudes of joy, sharp shrieks re tuned to whispering Nymphs...and I am the centerpiece of the heavenly vocal orgasm!
Just for a minute....
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Automobiles and road rage
Alcohol and steering wheels
Texting and driving
The Military and U.S. Steel
Banks and mercy
Fashion and comfort
Priests and Godliness
Trade alliances and imports.
Republicans and The Constitution
Bigots and non-Caucasians
Christians and homosexuals
Unbalanced equations.
Elitists and human flaws
The rich and the poor.
Anger and loaded guns
You and the Jews next door.
They are naturally equal
But they’re exactly opposite
Sometimes they balance
But often there’s no sense to it.
Attorneys and justice
Lobbyists and compassion.
Science and the church
Trust and politicians.
Monsanto and private farms
Pipelines and ecology
Fracking and water rights
Minorities and majorities.
Hope and desperation
Citizen’s rights and Tea Party
Media and integrity
Politics and morality
Free enterprise and monopolies
Censorship and free press
Freedom of expression
And illegal social duress.
They are naturally equal
But they’re exactly opposite
Sometimes they balance
But often there’s no sense to it.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
I awoke in a cold sweat. Dream or portent, I asked myself. Was it a solution, an answer?
In the desert, battle line drawn in the sand. One side,the amassed army of ISIS. On the other, our "secret weapons." 5,000 personal injury attorneys, in battle garb, brown suit and tie, armed with leather briefcases, legal briefs filed, papers to be served. The charge began, ISIS, terror stricken, retreats. I woke up. (Well, nothing else seems to be working.)
copyright: richard riddle-December 07, 2015
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
This table is taken.
What is the cafe making?
I will have a buttery croissant.
A chai latte is what I always want.
My daughter has always been my only real family.
We deserve respect.
But judgments is all we ever get.
Some faith on us no one will let.
For us to fail is what they all bet.
Her academics reflect.
Our credibility is what it affects.
A recommendation they still don't regret.
The schools & courts don't know I am what is in her best interest & always has been.
Just because I list my case & did not win.
To take a child away from a good mommy is their sin.
Broken hearts with paper they deliver.
To be labeled insane on court manuscripts is ridiculous.
Logic is something they entirely missed.
They need to give Karma a kiss.
Revenge crawls & may hiss.
The mediator, judge, & minors counsel, along with all the attorneys can drink serpent's ****
They wasted half a year of my living expenses on their wages.
They didn't care at all about my declaration pages.
I passed the evaluation of my brain.
I took pointless parenting classes in the rain.
What they really believe is I am unfit because I am unmarried.
Ariel is my baby which I carried.
Nobody talks to me.
I am a loner as you can see.
To be my friend no one wants to be.
But that is okay.
I do my life my way.
I have a place to stay.
My cat identifies with my mind.
A true friend in him I find.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
My thoughts are
throbbing migranes with corresponding images
I am asleep underground and it is much safer
You call your attorneys
and I'll call mine
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Now it's time to crucify the *******
Burn em with fire throw em in ditches
Like the district attorneys
Tryna play me but didn't know I was boss
Took a lot hard hits but no yards lost
Gaining multiple positions we go for everything
Didn't have a team so I built my own dream
Get rid of my old crew and hang with a new crew I'm a black Jew
Stuck in the wild a real problem child
Ain't my fault nigguh ?
Born in ******* now I'm tryna fight
Back nigguh
Real friends turn to bustas so jealousy keeps me strapped
Shootin' game like life's full of craps
Testin lucks enticin' clucks to my duck
Cuz I got that mad flow cash flow
Never failed had no choice but to shed hell
Livin' in a jail cell
Kin to the reaper this **** creaper
As I stroll in my drop top hot as a ************
Rushin' the late night hour like I'm Chris Tucker
The stash is gold bold weak nigguh fold
And ***** ******* to haters get the black glock
Since my homies roll deep us might as well say we a flock none could block the hustle
Go for the biggest muscle
The Cia the biggest distributors
Uh the Devils gotta receipt repent from my sins
If I die from open fire will the Heavens let me in?
The pain I can't fade Tha
The stress put on this earth as a test
Slicin' necks with my rusty razor
Givin a rapid taste of a true hellrazorrr!
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
sorry I haven't written lately I haven't been my best
quite frankly I've got a lot on my chest
so allow me to air all of this out
I hate bottling up my problems and lashing out.
My laptops broken, and it's an expensive Fix
that doesn't sound like much but a lot of my creative works, poems stories and other things are trapped on it
My mom quit her job so now she's jobless,
she worked for attorneys she liked once but her co-workers gossiped and prodded into her life more than snitch in a mafia outfit
My sister and I haven't been speaking lately all because I made a simple mistake involving a baked pastry, I said I was sorry but she won't accept it
so until she's out of her petty thinking mindset all communications I'm rejecting
along with all this I haven't had much inspiration to run with I've been dry for awhile using throwaway concepts that really don't fit my style so I took a collaboration kick and then a break for awhile
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
Stolen Child.
Insane grandma.
Homeless mom.
Convicted boyfriend.
Minimum wage.
Passport with no plane ticket.
A life broken.
No funds.
No career.
No future.
The Wrath has spoken.
It has been heard to deaf ears that hear.
Damnation.
A ****** nation.
America.
No justice.
Mo deals.
No bargains.
No victories.
Only misery.
A nightmare.
Successful nightmare.
No escape.
In death do you win life or lose it.
I don't know how to play this game.
People lose games they I can't play.
I don't have any players on my team.
No cheerleaders.
All I hear is "Boooo".....
I hate this world and the people in it 100% nothing this.
Solitude.
Loner.
Solo.
America's #0.
A day in the life of nobody.
No one who matters.
No skills.
No Talent.
No manners.
B****y.
Bitter & sarcastic.
All the flaws no one would want.
Friendless.
Thoughtless.
Dangerous.
I am a bad mother.
I am a bad girlfriend.
A driver.
A bad person.
A liar.
I seek vengeance.
Always and forever.
Never forgives.
Never forgets.
Never gets justice not in this lifetime.
A heart of pure hatred.
Just like "Grandma".
But not to Ariel just the rest of the world.
Filthy rich makes me sick.
Squandered wealth.
Gamblers, drug smugglers, prostitution, slander **** & con artists they all make me sick.
Carnivores, butchers, sadistic criminals, pyro's, nymphos, pimps, sm*t, hustler's, farmers, & attorneys.
Sick to my stomach.
The boiling point.
****** detest.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
Togetherness.
When to some means forever connected or united.
Until a divorce occurs.
Then certain words takes on a variety of meaning.
Like out..TO..GET..HER.
Notice that when love fades money directs everything.
That emotion that created your dreams.
Have now being became a schemes.
Watch wheen it's time to split evenly.
They things many breaking up couples say.
It's my money.
They never contributed anything.
Which comes from the mutiple dramas involved.
Where you gets the high price attorneys creating harm?
What about the love?
Which bought you first together with one another.
What about the support?
When you were in each others corner.
Now that hurt has taken over.
We soon discover that love is a passing fantasy.
When you hear the richer of the two speaks their views.
simply by saying.
It's my money.
They don't care about the united clause.
What's yours is mine.
And, what's mine is yours?
Johnny Taylor's spoke truth.
It's cheaper to keep her.
From a woman's point of view.
It's the opposite.
It's better to keep him.
If it's the money destroying them.
We all aware that money isn't the root of all evil.
It's the love of it.
Because love is meant to be cherished.
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 8:39 AM UTC
I’m just a girl from LA.
I was swapped like a small puppy between owners, some that
treated me like a pet, some like just another possession..
No one thinks of beauty as a curse but it has haunted me all my life.
Beauty seems to be associated with the ****** and men and women
alike feel entitled to use you for their own satisfaction. That was a lesson I learned early. I also learned the advantages of agreeing.
I got married at 16 only to escape, I was used and abused. We divorced fortunately.
While working at the factory somebody took my picture and said I could make a living as a model. I let them take many photos over the years, many I was ashamed of. Again I was used for other people’s gains.,
The only person who ever accept me as me was Joe D. I actually loved him and he loved and respected me.
I made many movies, the “Misfits being my latest with Clarke, my hero.
People were drawn to me,
Presidents, senator’s, attorneys general.... not for me but for their personal use and gratification. They introduced me to drugs That make the day to day pain go away. I get no pleasure from what they demand of me, but the drugs make it bearable. He is coming tonight and I look forward to being detached from reality for a short time. I know I’ll be me again in the morning but the brief escape tonite is a blessing. More later...
We all know there was no later for Marylin. If she had lived and wrote a poem here’s what I think she would have wrote...
My life was an act, I never got to play myself.
I played the part out of necessity so often that I forgot who I was. A life of not being you is a life without the soul you were born with.
I search for me but am always obstructed by those saying who I should be. I yearn for the day that Marylin can be Norma Jean. I’d love to meet her, maybe tomorrow...
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 7:39 AM UTC
It’s a time payment concept
With compounding interest
That gets harder every year
And puts faith to the test.
It’s brokered by agents with
PhDs in fancy double-talk
That everything is God's will
And you’re not allowed to balk.
It’s sort of like the tax people
Only the rules are not so fixed;
No good calling attorneys up
That’s action’s definitely nixed.
The deal is that you can’t win
And must suffer with piety;
Give your money and thanks
To a fat cat you cannot see!
In exchange you get to go to
Play dress-up every Sunday
And pray for the senselessness
God is supposed to take away,
Or maybe remove diseases
That **** the good and innocent.
But you’re allowed to pray that
Your Lotto ticket wins you a mint!
Either way, you’re blameless
When it gets to be holiday time
And nothing changes as politics
Becomes the scene of the crime.
So drop another couple of coins in
Some sd homeless person’s hat,
Because God will take care of them,
And that’s where religion is at.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
In court.
We have witnessed many truths.
Supported by many with many lies.
They take the oath and fantasize.
Without knowing they end up serving time.
The baliff lift the bible and speak this oath.
Do your promise to tell the truth?
And nothing but the truth.
And within moments you realize many have no prove.
The attorneys goes back and forth.
Sometimes brutal.
Sometimes forceful.
But, looking past them.
You mainly begin to see with your eyes.
Many so call witnesses major in the subjects of fake alibis.
But didn't take all raise their hands.
And suddenly forgot.
What was asked of them?
It was.
Do you promise to tell the truth?
Not what you think it means to me or you.
Why look like a fool?
When it's over.
When others soon come forward.
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC