I once wore a T-Shirt that said, “I need Love” on the front and share the rewards on the back.
“What I received, were people sayings things like, You dirty old Man,”
“Some one call the police, and get this nasty person off the street!”
“And you won’t believe how many children cried, “ Momma, Momma “
“Even the call girls were screaming for me to get off their corners.”
“What I received, were people sayings things like, You dirty old Man,”
“Some one call the police, and get this nasty person off the street!”
“And you won’t believe how many children cried, “ Momma, Momma “
“Even the call girls were screaming for me to get off their corners.”
I wanted love and they were selling it, but not to me!
I stopped to use a public rest room and when I came out, the police shot me with that teaser gun (high voltage gun), then they had the dogs attack me, they tore my clothing off and I was arrested for indecent exposure. When they tossed me into the back seat of the police cruiser, they used pepper spray on me.
I had just came out of City Hall after paying my taxes and utility bills and had the receipts in hand, but they were all too busy hitting me with those clubs and wouldn’t listen to what I was trying to tell them.
No one managed to miss stepping on my glasses and broke them beyond repair, they hit me in the mouth and broke my dentures and my balls will never be the same again. I doubt if a team of chiropractors will ever get my joints back in place. At the Emergency room, they had to take 48 stitches in my lower lip and lord knows where my upper lip is.
An irate Bus driver ran over the wheel chair, that a lady was going to let me use and it appears that no one saw where my cane had gotten too. Does anyone know how long will it take for me to stop hearing this ringing sound in my ears?
I just found out that the insurance companies will not cover you, when you are having trouble with the law. And if you want to eat while you are in jail, you have to work to pay for it. I didn’t have any clothing left when I got here and I don’t know if a person has to pay rent on these orange colored suits, but orange is not my color.
The Old Angel that is suppose to look after and take care of me, is a lot older than I am and he doesn’t get around very well either. I was going to ask you to come to see me, but I can’t remember who I am and I am not sure who you are. My name was on those receipts, but it seems they were lost!
There is no window in this cell and the lights don’t work. The day light from the other end of this hall, is so dim by the time it get to here, it must still be traveling in time and space. They don’t allow any smoking here and I have a full pack of cigarettes and no matches. I don’t have any shoes, but they let me keep a half of a shoe lace and some used dentil floss.
There is something else in this cell with me, God! let it be love. If I reach out to feel, will it bite me? I always get a little flash light at Christmas, but I didn’t have it with me at the time.
I can smell cigar smoke and the only one around here that can smoke, is the Judge and they say when the fire goes out, he chews the cigar stub. On entering the Judge’s chambers, The sign on his bench says: Don’t mess with Me ! On one side it says <> On the other side, there is a Human Skull with crossed swords.
I just heard over the loud speaker that Father O’Rourke is here and if anyone wants to see him, to holler out. With that big lump on my throat, I can’t even groan. The guard said: someone is coming to take me down to a room, they want me to give a deposition, what ever that is, I don’t know, but I don’t have one. Is that a light, or is it the sun or what, I am being blinded by it. When we entered the room, someone was talking about needing help on the “On the Conga line”.
There was a sign on the wall in that room. It said: if don’t have a lawyer or can’t afford one” Tuff Sh-t. We hang people” on Tuesday mornings, at sun up and we use half inch steel cable. Another one said: “Talk or you will be sorry” Maybe I should just request the hanging..
I’m tired and hungry, Guess I’ll go to sleep and when I wake up, I hope to find this is just a bad dream. Move over honey ……who ever you are……
By; Ben R.
12/ 3/ 2010
I had just came out of City Hall after paying my taxes and utility bills and had the receipts in hand, but they were all too busy hitting me with those clubs and wouldn’t listen to what I was trying to tell them.
No one managed to miss stepping on my glasses and broke them beyond repair, they hit me in the mouth and broke my dentures and my balls will never be the same again. I doubt if a team of chiropractors will ever get my joints back in place. At the Emergency room, they had to take 48 stitches in my lower lip and lord knows where my upper lip is.
An irate Bus driver ran over the wheel chair, that a lady was going to let me use and it appears that no one saw where my cane had gotten too. Does anyone know how long will it take for me to stop hearing this ringing sound in my ears?
I just found out that the insurance companies will not cover you, when you are having trouble with the law. And if you want to eat while you are in jail, you have to work to pay for it. I didn’t have any clothing left when I got here and I don’t know if a person has to pay rent on these orange colored suits, but orange is not my color.
The Old Angel that is suppose to look after and take care of me, is a lot older than I am and he doesn’t get around very well either. I was going to ask you to come to see me, but I can’t remember who I am and I am not sure who you are. My name was on those receipts, but it seems they were lost!
There is no window in this cell and the lights don’t work. The day light from the other end of this hall, is so dim by the time it get to here, it must still be traveling in time and space. They don’t allow any smoking here and I have a full pack of cigarettes and no matches. I don’t have any shoes, but they let me keep a half of a shoe lace and some used dentil floss.
There is something else in this cell with me, God! let it be love. If I reach out to feel, will it bite me? I always get a little flash light at Christmas, but I didn’t have it with me at the time.
I can smell cigar smoke and the only one around here that can smoke, is the Judge and they say when the fire goes out, he chews the cigar stub. On entering the Judge’s chambers, The sign on his bench says: Don’t mess with Me ! On one side it says <> On the other side, there is a Human Skull with crossed swords.
I just heard over the loud speaker that Father O’Rourke is here and if anyone wants to see him, to holler out. With that big lump on my throat, I can’t even groan. The guard said: someone is coming to take me down to a room, they want me to give a deposition, what ever that is, I don’t know, but I don’t have one. Is that a light, or is it the sun or what, I am being blinded by it. When we entered the room, someone was talking about needing help on the “On the Conga line”.
There was a sign on the wall in that room. It said: if don’t have a lawyer or can’t afford one” Tuff Sh-t. We hang people” on Tuesday mornings, at sun up and we use half inch steel cable. Another one said: “Talk or you will be sorry” Maybe I should just request the hanging..
I’m tired and hungry, Guess I’ll go to sleep and when I wake up, I hope to find this is just a bad dream. Move over honey ……who ever you are……
By; Ben R.
12/ 3/ 2010
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