[Newspoetry] Kangaroo Court

[Joe Futrelle]

I wrote this song in 1995. It seems appropriate now, if somewhat
ambiguous:

Kangaroo court
Measuring cups
Cracked on the lid
Revolving lights

Measuring cups
never have lids

That's not what I said
Revolving door
That's not what I slammed
There's no way to slam

What do you mean,
cracked on the lid?
A couple of cops
across the street

Terrible truths
Beat until soft
Carry a stick
and slam the door

A couple of sticks
melt on the stove

Talk to judge
Cracked on the lid
Talk to the head
Objection sustained

I made up your mind
Soft in the head
A measured amount
beat out of chrome

Measuring cups
never have lids
and there's no way to slam
a revolving door

--
Joe Futrelle
editor-qua-chief
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