http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=qbpaz-u5WIE
"oh, it was a horrible wrongdoing!
you should have been there,
the way he spoke to her,
after all she had gone through,
it made everyone want to
hang him...see him suffer good!
and what about the mother?
she was just as bad...
whacked out crack whore
too busy to even feed her own baby!
what should we do?
i say DEMAND an apology!
HANG the son-of-a-bitches,
but first make them suffer good!
why should we tolerate this crudity?
we ALL deserve an apology
at the very least!
who do they think they are?
don't they realize we are human beings?
we are deserving of RESPECT!!
the way they spoke to us is just plain wrong!!
we can't let them think they can get away with this!"
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i listen to the words
of a small group of people
outside in the hallway
of the municipal court building
whilst waiting patiently
to pay my traffic ticket.
i am eavesdropping, yes,
one of the habits i have,
mostly due to my joy for people-watching.
but in this case,
also due to the fact that
i am upset with myself at the moment,
because one ticket in 12 years
has spurred me into a multi-faceted
voyage of self-introspection
that has now lasted for the past 3 weeks,
as getting tickets
has always been my
'personal summons' as well as
the financial penalty it so kindly
lavishes on my ever-dwindling checking account.
as a means to briefly escape
beating myself up for the past 3 weeks,
i take a short glimpse
into a different outlook
on the moment,
as i indulge in my own
little secret self-righteousness,
playing both judge and jury
on the indignant ones next to me in the hallway,
and reach an opinion of their complaints.
it goes like this:
first of all,lady, i don't know
what happened here,
but have you read the sign on the building
that says 'municipal court'?
that sort of means this is not a huge deal,
and the reason it isn't is because
this town is full of people just like you,
who think we have nothing better to do here
except have 'group therapy' all freaking day long.
second of all, you with the demand sign
and noose in your back pocket--
get a dam* grip on yourself,
before you die from your own mortification,
because it might come to your surprise,
that you aren't the first person in the world
to have someone call you out--
happens every day, you're just too self absorbed
to notice when it happens around you to others,
and furthurmore, the entire thing about
being a human being means that
nobody's flawless, so get over it, pal.
thirdly, not to make this a family gathering,
but all of your mothers must have
had one too many, the night before she
packed your 'social skills survival kit',
because she obviously forgot to tell you
that respect is a two way street,
and it doesn't happen just because
somebody did something wrong to you,
it's something you create with others,
and most times you create more of it for yourself
through your example of being it,
than you ever could with demands--
that's just the way it works.
so if you're saying you need an apology to
act like a decent respectful human being,
shame on you, i am embarrassed to
share the species with you, little miss perfect---
---and now I have to take a recess
because they just called my name!!
as i walk towards the door,
one of the women in the group
taps me on the arm. she holds in her hand two
shiny pennies, and looks up at me
saying, 'did you drop this'?
i look at her and can't help smiling a little,
'no, honey, i gave my two cents, that's for you'.
with a puzzled look on her face, i make
my way past and into the courtroom.
never did have to pay for that ticket.
turns out, the first ticket is considered
a second chance here... love it!
Court Is Adjourned!!
12:43 AM 7/2/2013
Hammering in the words
Hammering in the words... I could almost hear the bangs............. Nice nl1220
©bishu
Thanks Bishu... "a look
Thanks Bishu... "a look inside of my dark side"
~peace~
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Social Skills Survival Kits
We could make a fortune selling those. That was not your two cents, a quarter at least. Darkside, no, engaging enlightenment. I am renewed! Great vent and glad you didn't have to pay ticket ~~A~~
Thx Allets!
ME TOO!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "