Ode to Plaintiff

Woke one mornin’, my own bed,

pistol whipped, upside my head,

Who’d beat a man in his own place?

Flashed a badge up in my face.

They change the law seems all the time,

but I’m pretty sure sleepin’ ain’t no crime.

Showed a warrant, but I done no wrong.

He said “You ain’t the first to sing that song.”

Seems every time ya turn around

Big brother’s draggin’ one more down.

Right or wrong, no use to fight.

Got no money, have…no...rights!

I ain’t one to hold no grudge,

but I hate standin’ before a judge.

He says, “Boy, when I get through,

your ex gets what’s left of you--

Your kids, your home, your birthday, too,

and any dreamin’ you might do.”

I says, “Your Honor, that suits me well.

I dream you both go straight to hell!”

He called me on my…attitude.

I said, “That’s the good one; I got just two.”

His honor damn sure made his point--

I been fourteen months in the county joint!

Seems every time ya turn around

Big brother’s draggin’ one more down.

Right or wrong, no use to fight.

Got no money, have...no…rights!

                                                 Tony  Venus