Half Cocked Excuse.
A police patrol pulled over Daunte Wright-
For those who Protect and Serve us right-
Well trained long serving front line cops-
The latest of many routine traffic stops.
But this young man tried to break free,
Now, why would a young black man flee?
When Minneapolis's finest uphold the code?
Where George Floyd died, just down the road?
But a long serving cop stopped him!
A quick blast of Taser from Officer Kim!
Umm, somehow she pulled a gun not a Taser,
A mystifying mistake that continues to amaze her.
Now Officer Kim hides behind the scenes, gone on leave,
Daunte is gone too, leaving his family to openly grieve,
Kim's sheltered and protected behind the Blue enclave
But Daunte takes her mistake to his cold lonely grave.
(Little humour in my offering today. Apparently Officers put their Tasers on their less favoured side. So when they whip out their weapons they won't mix up the Taser with the gun. Wouldn't wanna confuse those two, would one? And surely a good cop knows wrong from right, left from right? Or am I naively mistaken in that belief too?)
Ruminations 'Pon Watching Monsieur R. Polanski's Moving Picture Based Upon Thomas Hardy's Heartbreaking Rendering Of The Lamentable Treatment Of The Much Put Upon 'Tess Of The d'Urbavilles.'
Caution Miss, if the rich young Master approaches
Offering up gilt plated hairpins or silv'ry broaches,
Don't shake his hand, shake firm your pretty head-
'Oh no sir, no engagement 'til our banns are read.'
Yon Master is a man who'd rather do wrong than right,
You want your wedding day, he wants his wedding night,
Pearl earrings, gold necklaces, baubles of every kind,
But handing a wedding band... somehow slips his mind.
Master may well say he will give you everything-
Give him not a thing till he promises a gold ring,
Tess, 'tis not for your sweet heart his hand reaches,
Push his hot hand away and hold on to your breeches.
(Yes, it's a light-hearted take on a grossly tragic tale. But tragedy, humour, two sides of the same face?)
The impeachment trial of Don's January actions
Is seen vastly differently by the two rival factions,
Democrats are all for piling on now departed Don-
They want him impeached and legally real real gone.
Republicans are all too happy to forgive and forget-
Stirring up Trump's mad mob can still cause regret,
Evil is seen heard and said, but they'll keep on denying,
Those simple silent Republican jurors are hardly trying.
Since Donny and Rudy don't do the ol' business no more
Don's lawyers walk in, speak briefly, then run to the door,
Yet 'nother team of peachy keen lawyers are called in by Don,
Sit down, sift through the evidence, look appalled and get gone.
The best of lawyers powers can be negated
When the evidence rests, so heavily weighted.
It's a rare day indeed a lawyer will find a client indefensible,
When scruples long put behind scream 'this is reprehensible,'
Now two more of his latest greatest sign on to right his wrong,
Quick, place your bets, its short odds they'll be gone before long.
When it's a case of nothing to win, everything to lose
Let's face it, a plea of insanity's the best you can use.
A senate full of Don’s defenders grimace with success,
All smiles (and witnesses) they’ve managed to suppress,
Just so Donald won’t be tossed out of his current address,
Ask Don if Justice has been served, he’ll say ‘Damn well, yes.’
As the court rises and the Judge world-wearily sums up
Mitch sits and hopes his magical red number comes up,
If two Republicans won’t raise their hands or their bums up
They sore will when Mitch gives ’em a double thumbs up.
So Don is proclaimed innocent and he is freed to go
Dishing out fear and loathing to both friend and foe,
One thing Mitch’s shi pitiful no-show-or-tell trial does show
Is if Bolton wants to give you a good deal on Don- just say no.
Donald has learnt true friendship cannot be bought,
That life’s real heroes offer friends their full support,
When your pockets are deep but your arms are short
He’s heard cheap talk means a long time spent in court.
Don sees a Marvel, a universally acclaimed Great ‘Merican,
Not a Dark Knight under Bannon’s shadowy Master plan,
Lurking beneath the hollow words, the deep golden tan
Lies a shallow, guilt-edged thin-skinned wretch of a man.
Back in the Senate, where the battle for the truth is fought
Red eyed good ol’ boys pray they can believe the Fox report,
Lucky for Don, within his base, where reason is a last resort
It’s a case of case closed, to believe Don requires no thought.