The 13th (Second Print)

Where do laws go?

Do they dissipate like a fart in the wind

Or circle the drain like the water down the eyehole?

And who is to remember when the first is broken

Or the last nothing but a restructuring of those that came before?

Surely a lawyer might,

If he agrees to take your case

and not please with the DA to settle for the least dates.

And what of the judge

the carnifolous snort sitting behind the throne

with the gavel at his side?

Does he even know what the law is

and who god is behind?

Tell a black man he’s been a slave since he was born,

he’ll tell you he ain’t got shit to live for,

but damn if he’ll die without living it up!

And tho he may never know it was the cracker who put him away–

he’ll damn sure go down

giving you a finger going to the grave.

But please motherfucker,

stop telling him to behave.


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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