A Poem About My Day

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

If you have to drive to Stinking Bakersfield (because some idiot isn’t complying with the terms of an extremely generous settlement that you granted him seven goddamn weeks ago just to end a case that was already a money-loser so it could end and you could focus your efforts on more productive activities instead, but now the date for the Order to Show Cause has come and the Kern County Superior Courts won’t let you make a courtcall appearance because the Rules of Court don’t specify Orders to Show Cause as the sort of hearing for which telephone appearances must be allowed),

Well, it sucks to be you.


UPDATE: On re-reading, I like the rhyme scheme and the emotional impact, but I think my meter could use a little polishing.

Burt Likko

Pseudonymous Portlander. Homebrewer. Atheist. Recovering litigator. Recovering Republican. Recovering Catholic. Recovering divorcé. Recovering Former Editor-in-Chief of Ordinary Times. House Likko's Words: Scite Verum. Colite Iusticia. Vivere Con Gaudium.