Offenses too many but guiltless I stand proud
“What are the charges?” the Judge asked
“Blunt force Humor”
“Grievous bodily sarcasm”
“Displaying his stream of consciousness in a public place”
“Abusing his love of all lines alliterative; allowing all else to languor listlessly while alienating livid lines of literary lechers.”
“And how do you plea?”
“I plea with glee;
For I am a simple Simon who’s sick of your sermons
And Plea is for pleasure; that’s good enough for me.”
“I’ll not change my tune even if you throw away the key
I’ll read your book the one you threw, through and through and through and then….
I’ll use it to complete my bookcase of selfless defense
An art passed on down through the sages to we happy few”
“We’ve heard enough of your tribble and tripe
Prepare for our black disposition.
Oh lowly fakir and fraud
You will be put down like the low beast you are”
"I pass gas on your sentence and instead choose the chair
Lazyboy that I am”
And now with my work in happy recline I say stand strong
against those who would write your wrongs.