Sue D
by Job Conger
I don’t want to seem dramatic.
I don’t to seem crude,
But I’ll say it’s a fact:
You either clean up your act
Or you’re going to get sued.
There can be no discussion.
I’m correct, and you’re wrong.
There can be no retort
to a fuse that is short
And a righteous song.
Life is a lesson-filled ox cart
And the angry complaint
From the wheel that needs grease
Mocking respectful peace
Suggests truth where it ain’t.
The riled leading the blind me
Share a voice that is loud.
Shrill in ranting disdain,
They sing a common refrain
And make a mob from the crowd.
It’s graffiti from screamers,
An insidious mood
You must go with our flow
If you don’t, then you know,
Hey! You’re going to get sued.
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This is the lyric to a song I wrote several years ago. At the next Poetry and More at Robbie’s, starting at 6 pm, July 18, I’m going to try to recruit a “chorus” of three or four speaking, chanters, and we’re going to share this spoken and totally sans instrumental accompaniment. This will be fun. Mock your colanders!
