Ode to Casey Anthony….especially on next Wed…..from the poem, “Casey at the Bat”

And now the wooden gavel came hurtling down through the air

And Casey stood awatching it in classic psychopathic glare

Close by the sturdy bailiffs stood, absolutely sure “Guilty” would be read

“That ain’t my duct tape or DNA”, said Casey

Not Guilty! the jury foreman read


From the benches full of gawking people there went up a muffled roar

Like the beating of the artificial waves on a close by Disney hotel shore

Kill her! Kill the lawyers! shouted someone, possibly Nancy Grace and friends

And its likely they would have killed her hadn’t Judge Perry raised his hand


Oh somewhere in this favored land, the sun is shining bright

A Beatles tribute band is playing in Vegas and somewhere hearts are light

And somewhere men are laughing and somewhere justice will prevail

But there is no joy in Orlando or on CNN

Crazy Casey just made bail




About captaincliff

Psychologist by day, insomniac Pirate blogger by night, this Child of God likes to share sarcastic social commentary as well as topsy-turvy observations about life, love and the pursuit of zaniness, a functional form of insanity in an increasingly insane world
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