Musings by The Poet Loriet
Miss Demeanor
She committed a crime
against your heart,
theft and vandalism,
reckless destruction of property...
You let her off
on a misdemeanor,
went easy on her,
and I know
you'd give her a chance
to reform,
be born again.
Your judicial system is flawed,
full of loopholes,
and you're left
preaching to the choir.
Meanwhile, we serve sentences
for crimes we didn't commit,
doing hard time
with your locked-up hearts.
The burden of proof
falls upon the innocent.
The community
of future citizens
of Star-Crossed Lovers
absorbs the punishment,
the cost, taxation
without representation.
History repeats itself.
We're staging a rebellion.
Tie them all up
in the harbor,
and ladies,
let's dump our
afternoon tea
upon their
perfectly-coiffed
demure heads.
Let's chant together,
"Hell no, we won't go!"
and, "Do the crime,
do the time!", or,
"Crime doesn't pay!"
We'll hook our arms together,
and have a sit-down strike!
We've been too accomodating,
doing time for these
bad girls who break hearts,
leaving us to deal
with the aftermath
of their destruction.
It's time for us good girls
to harden our hearts
just enough
for the menfolk
of Downinthedumps
and Won'ttakeachance
to realize that their
self-imposed prisons
won't keep their beds warm
on cold winter nights.
In a perfect world...
Maybe then,
realizing the error of their ways,
they'll break down the walls
and take our city by storm,
ready to wage
The Battle of the Sexes
upon white horses,
candy and flower weapons
at the ready.
Then, peace will fall like a hush
over the village of unrest,
and love will reign supreme
behind closed doors once again
as it was in the beginning,
will be in the end, and
shall be forevermore.
Likely story!
Lori Beal
against your heart,
theft and vandalism,
reckless destruction of property...
You let her off
on a misdemeanor,
went easy on her,
and I know
you'd give her a chance
to reform,
be born again.
Your judicial system is flawed,
full of loopholes,
and you're left
preaching to the choir.
Meanwhile, we serve sentences
for crimes we didn't commit,
doing hard time
with your locked-up hearts.
The burden of proof
falls upon the innocent.
The community
of future citizens
of Star-Crossed Lovers
absorbs the punishment,
the cost, taxation
without representation.
History repeats itself.
We're staging a rebellion.
Tie them all up
in the harbor,
and ladies,
let's dump our
afternoon tea
upon their
perfectly-coiffed
demure heads.
Let's chant together,
"Hell no, we won't go!"
and, "Do the crime,
do the time!", or,
"Crime doesn't pay!"
We'll hook our arms together,
and have a sit-down strike!
We've been too accomodating,
doing time for these
bad girls who break hearts,
leaving us to deal
with the aftermath
of their destruction.
It's time for us good girls
to harden our hearts
just enough
for the menfolk
of Downinthedumps
and Won'ttakeachance
to realize that their
self-imposed prisons
won't keep their beds warm
on cold winter nights.
In a perfect world...
Maybe then,
realizing the error of their ways,
they'll break down the walls
and take our city by storm,
ready to wage
The Battle of the Sexes
upon white horses,
candy and flower weapons
at the ready.
Then, peace will fall like a hush
over the village of unrest,
and love will reign supreme
behind closed doors once again
as it was in the beginning,
will be in the end, and
shall be forevermore.
Likely story!
Lori Beal
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Miss Demeanor
Miss Demeanor
