Truly I Say, This Is Disasterpiece

The Law Is Always Just

This evening on my way home from SDW,

tripped over a gigantic pile of horse apples

from a proud downtown mounted cop

That same cop, on First and Union, wrote

a bent old man a ticket

for failing to bag up a steaming pile

of his Cocker Spaniel's crap.

Why doesn't the strong arm of the government

have to clean up its own shit?

---William James, 3/26/2007

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