I fought the law

No more than 300 words.

Don't do the crime unless your willing to do the time

They've caught me a few times
mostly 'cos of me taking stupid risks
I'd call them bastards
'cept it's their job to catch me
and my hobby to get away with shit


we've had some laughs about it in the stations
how they came real close sometimes
just not good enough I'd say
we'll get you some day they'd reply

and they did, like I said
spent 'bout a year
walking the yard of some jail or another
my fault, no hard feelings

only feeling was being crushed
'cos of the size of the prison yard
and my liking for taking long walks
which just isn't the same
as wandering around asphalt in clockwise motion
regardless of the colorful characters
that frequent the places

I'll not be going back there though
far too smart
for the coppers up this neck of the woods

there's something about getting one over on them
that I'll never tire from
it's just the way, always been that way
     

It Started Out Crazy

Too young to have a license
and to be in that bar, drunk

I'd been driving an automatic
so the gear box had me stumped

with a rowdy female passenger
I was trying to take home

after what felt like ages
in a losing battle
with that two pedal ratio
I was finally driving

outta the lot, to the left
right through the light
sadly, it was red

blue lights in my rearview
though my tunes drowned out the siren

I kept going until
I had to stop another time
again a light

telling the girl to act relaxed
and let me prove my driving

I said, he'll go away
when he see's the mistake
observes my sobriety
as I skillfully pull away

She bailed out, hit the woods running
she'd been really perturbeod
turned out she had a warrant

and the officer stood at my door
knocking, his flashlight on the window

I thought I'd ignore it
and show him
I could drive like a pro
when I got going

The light turned green, I was prepared
clutch in gear, letting up while giving fuel

but, I was in reverse
not first

there was a car right behind mine
Mr. officer's, of course

when I said I hadn't been drinking
he snorted, said -here goes!

funniest thing is
that night got crazier still
filled with outrageous escapades
but I never went to jail

last saw that cop around one
as I hopped into a van

I knew the thrill of misbehaved
the instant that I ran

still, the slowest part of that night
was fleeing from the man

“Black-Eyed Breaker”
http://charlotte.sunne.ws/files/2012/01/CNC1521941.jpg*
Sonny belted it out,
his Crickets chirped
something about
fighting the law
and it winning,
him losing.
Same difference,
both the same.
I never understood
what it meant,
until
I had my
own brush
with the law.
Walking tall,
I stood up.
they,
Johnny-law had
no holds on me!
Yeah, right.
One drinking night,
I got into
a minor scuffle,
had a little fight,
it wasn’t my fault,
they jacked me up.
Them coppers were tough,
very rough with the cuffs,
spent the night jail,
paid my high bail,
met the judge in court
the next morning,
disheveled,
a little humbled.
My story didn’t matter,
he was gruff,
only wanted my money,
make an example out of me,
an innocent kid,
my God,
I got sucker-punched.
He fined the shit out of me,
gave me community-service,
I have a record, too.
Guess,
I’m a hardcore criminal,
a regular lawbreaker,
who knew?
There’s an archive
somewhere out there,
a beautiful
mug shot of me,
sportin’ a big
shiny-black-eye,
not I.

* A true story.  The picture is fictitious to protect the innocent.

Last Time. Promise. (another fragment)


Just men; they were always just men
since the age of twelve, when I learned
a painful definition of a uniform.


Fenced, then loose with nowhere to live
going from shithole to friends then shithole;
gauging out the whole circle.

New year's eve, streets choking on wasted faces,
my waste a little prominent amongst the mess
and some fucker punches me square in the nose.
I punch him back. I have one friend,
he has more than I can count. Now I'm not drunk,
I'm rage and everything mindless. Defensive.
Coat and t-shirt gone and forgotten. Loud as hate
with a wall of police between me
(some scrap of meat in the wet dark,
more pri than mate, doing the dance
of the none-belonging)
and them.
Fuse has popped and I'm possessed and charging
then tangled in uniforms and voices.
Heads, blood, hands and anger. Back to the butcher's.
Released and lost again. Decided to stay down -

be nothing 'til there was a different whiff, uncircled.
Found something in solitude; something like life and a new fear.


Got a kid who loves me for what I am,
and not who -
a woman who's scared to death
that somebody stands in my way.

I fought the law - with everything else
and I won each time,
because if I didn't
there'd be no poem here,
where there probably shouldn't be.

Great stuff there Mr  A

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lepperochan said:Great stuff there Mr  A

Ah, you big flirt. Yours wasn't that bad either.

I'm sure when he graduated from the Academy
His values were in place.
Helping the weak  and throwing away bullies of this world
Maybe chance of becoming to hero

That's not when I met him.
Those moral lines in the sand that he drew for himself
He had stepped over so often that they blurred into each other.

It was a Saturday night I wasn't drunk I wasn't high.
Just horny as hell
Taking it out on the most beautiful woman I saw that night.
She was on the verge
laying on a blanket in between two warehouses.
searchlight wondering
Looking up from between her porcelain thighs
The bright light behind her I thought I turned her into a goddess
That's when the voice came from the car and said
"Okay kids the funs over"
I grabbed the blanket in one swoop concealed her from the light
She explained to me all the reasons she couldn't get busted
Then I told her to run out the back way I'll see her tomorrow
He pushed saying "She's taking too long to get dressed, come on"
He must of thought I was a magician when I lowered the blanket and she was gone
This infuriated him getting out of his car slamming the door
He tried to run after her
that's when I started to run the opposite way
He grabbed me by my hair and through me against the wall
I could see As he just clinched and pulled back his arm
This my friends is what separates the victim from the victor
I thought this is my chance to fuck another pussy
My knees let gravity take me down
And I heard the most beautiful sound
A cops fist punching a brick wall and shattering every bone in it
He fell to the floor and screamed in pain
Now before they had radios on there chest they had them in the car
He ordered me to go into the car call the dispatch
I jumped into the car and just like the brick wall hit his fist the idea occurred
This cop car is running and he never got my name
So I put it in gear and drove it for a mile crashing it into a lake
I never told anybody to story till right now
Every bit of it the truth

i fought the the law

and you know the rest of it
the law anally raped me
then threw me back in the streets
to try and fight again.

Nawlins Justice

Passing through New Orleans
Making a stop was my first mistake
Mohawk and backpack, obviously a criminal
Cop stops me, runs my name
No warrants, no criminal history
"Do you have $10" he asks
Confused, was he trying to steal money from me?
"What does it matter?"
Vagrancy laws...you need to have at least $10
"What about the other tourists with no cash and only credit?"
Unamused, the rationale, they have access to money
"I can call my mom, she'll wire me $10, so I have access to it as well."
His radio screeches
He gets into the car and leaves, I stay free
A temporary victory against profiling and discrimination.

Sitting on a bench
A couple hours later
On the moonwalk, watching the mighty Miss in the night
A few people stroll by
Two cops approach, one the same from earlier.
I'm handcuffed and thrown into the back of the cop car.
Arrested for the first time in my life.
Trespassing...in a public park...
With no hours of being open or closed
With other people walking by.
30 days in jail
Never saw a judge or public defender
Never told if I had bail
Released after 30 days all charges dismissed...
Justice?

Casper

Congratulations Mr A, well done guys cheers for sharing I enjoyed them all.

Wow. A five-pointed gold thing. Cheers, carpe.

I can't  accept this throphy, Mr  A  shoulda  won this hands down ..

Oh wait .. he did  :D     fair  play Mr  A     ( I'm  a poet and I didn't know it).

nice write mr a...well deserved

thanks for the comp noctem