Thursday, August 17, 2006

The Flowers Aren't the Only Things Dying Here

The city’s such a warzone now
it’s quite a show to see
At least three cops on every block
to tidy up the streets
A word of advice, Odd Rod, and this is coming from someone who's poetic endeavors generally begin "There once was a man from Nantuckett..."

Don't quit your day job.

Oh, you don't have a...?

Never mind.

If you're wondering what this is about, ol' Odd Rod is waxing poetic about a new snitch program offering bounties to turn in people carrying guns.

Heck, even if the person you finger isn't carrying, chances are those approaching him will be inclined to protect themselves first and ask questions later. Either way, what a great opportunity to have the cops get rid of a rival so you can claim that corner for yourself.

I knew he wasn't packin'
But I thought he needed whackin'
So I called in a tip and
Said he keeps it in his waistband...


Hey, Odd Rod--How am I doing...?

OK, I won't quit my day job either.

2 comments:

nicolas said...

"He's got a cylindrical object!"

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM

Sorry 'bout the ear, pardner. At least we got the dirtbag.

Anonymous said...

Well, at least you HAVE a day job, David! And Odd Rod's poem certainly shows why he's called "Odd Rob"!