With strong faces pointed out
And wicked spirits to flout
In traffic stops and other places
They keep turning up in legal cases
Angry and frustrated in the main
They are as crazy as a runaway train
Wigs, weaves and nutty hairdos
Breast hanging out and no shoes
★/★
And wicked spirits to flout
In traffic stops and other places
They keep turning up in legal cases
Angry and frustrated in the main
They are as crazy as a runaway train
Wigs, weaves and nutty hairdos
Breasts hanging out and no shoes
No license, registration or proof of insurance
Speeding through traffic with endless endurance
Could it be another black Kodak moment or disaster
Jumping Jehosaphat or in a factory making plaster
Then they start swinging and hitting at the law
With razor blades, guns and tooth and claw
Of homicidal intent and murder in the first degree
Fighting for their vanquished, lost liberty
At the hotels and restaurants too
They mash potatoes and they bogaloo
On the street there’s a steady buzz
About crazy is as crazy does
Is it in the water that they been drinking?
That warps the thoughts they’re thinking
Angry voices and vocal screaming
Nightmares and horror movies streaming
Cries for mercy and sympathy
Never ending calls for empathy
Yet when they start acting snitful
Pretty soon they become shitful
Women of any persuasion
Take the opportunity’s occasion
To bitch, gripe and then grumble
Hollering while they never mumble
So that they are always talking
On their path to trial they’re walking
There’s no bias or hocus pocus
By any means in the real focus
Their reasoning is altogether shambolic
Their rationale is only more rambolic
Utterly senseless and rambunctious
And altogether overly unctuous
Disruptive, outrageous, abusive
Uncooperative, resistive and refusive
And then whatever they are accused of
Ultimately they end up being abused of
In their guilt they are so delicious
With morality they’re never judicious
Don’t mind if they are apprehensive
In their madness they seem comprehensive
And while stupidity is not a crime at all
It seems they always heed its call
Maybe it’s libel or maybe slander
A frog or perhaps a salamander?
(CONCLUSION)
At her disposition all but horrified
What they deserve is a liquidation
Rendered without any hesitation
Or if they’d only take their medication
We could admire their dedication
And so behind the glossy veneer
Most of them remain mostly unclear
Uncertain as Egyptian dancing figures
Serene as ancient hieroglyphic triggers
Rocking uneasy in the harbor’s port
Worse than the fate in an angel’s court
With their healthcare baggage
They’re just as rank as stink cabbage