The Crime of the Century

The following story was inspired by true events The sun was hid amidst the clouds as grey skies gloomed above my head, My tires screeched as I pulled in, from one more day of winning bread. As I came closer to my dwellings, I felt that something was amiss, A deathly silence screamed of danger and looming horrors from abyss. As if a lake of thinning ice, I stepped with caution on my deck, I amplified to max my senses not knowing where or what to check. A gust of wind felt cold and vicious as night was overcoming day, The earth stood still, to still for comfort, the air smelled putrid, like decay. And then my eyes gazed to such horrors that words will struggle to explain, Like an English man who saw his channel filled with armada of Phil’s Spain. She lay contorted on her side, her body helpless from great ravage, I looked away and closed my eyes, thinking “who did this is a savage!” Her plastic skin had been torn open and insides spread from near to far, Whoever did this heinous crime must be demented and bizarre. Then he emerged from darkest shadows and charged me with a battle yell, With lighting speed and beastly power he knocked me over and we fell. And there we were, just him and I surrounded by chaotic carnage, My dog Saber and myself lying in a ravaged bag of garbage. His tail danced salsa through the air as he began to lick my face, He showed no signs of shame or guilt, not even sadness or disgrace. I quickly came back to my senses, shook off my daze, jumped to my feet, He caught a look of piercing anger and then attempted to retreat. I caught up quick, read him his rights, he pled the 5th to my frustrations, A leash snapped on, a door slammed shut, and I began interrogations. “You reek of guilt and smelly garbage, this is below your noble stead! Are you ashamed of such behavior?” he looked away and bowed his head. “Your actions must be reprimanded, you must respond when justice calls!” He gave a look of contemplation, then sniffed his ass and licked his balls. But then such sadness filled his eyes that anger eased its fiery clench, “Perhaps I am wrong” I began thinking, dazed by my thoughts and garbage stench. There was no witness to confirm, no lawyers lent their expert ears, No formal judge to lead the hearings, not even jury of one’s peers. I must give way to thought and logic, consider reasonable doubt, All aspects must be reconsidered before the verdict I can shout. I know of cats and filthy rodents who often scavenge for cheap snacks, Gangs of raccoons can be quite lethal, And prone to villainous attacks. The ghost of Cochran paid a visit and spoke of law for a just bit, Guilty or not? It rarely matters! “If it doesn’t fit you must acquit!” And so rang true the bells of freedom and lady justice gave a smile, I bought some doggy snacks and vodka so we can party for awhile. The hands of time have cured all wounds and we’re still friends of true renditions, But there’s a twinkle in his eye, and I still harbor my suspicions…

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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