Day Thirty-three

Today's words:

Justice

Increments

Cockroach

Scissors

Gallows

Motorcycle

Justice

Is done in increments.

It's like squashing a cockroach - 

If you've found one, there are many more, and no scissors

Can cut the hangman's noose at the gallows.

But let's start with the motorcycle.

While the French President rides his motorcycle

To visit his mistress, I wonder what justice

Has to do with that. Why condemn a man to the gallows

When otherwise he's done a good job? The increments

Between public and private are slight. A scissors

Can't separate them, and the press is a cockroach.

Coming out in the dark, like a cockroach,

To follow a man on a motorcycle,

Trying to live his life. Scissors

Can't cut the cord of justice

Here, while his girlfriend dies in increments.

She's the one who should send him to the gallows.

What a sordid scene at the Elysée. That's what the gallows

Should be for. Not because he has the morals of a cockroach -

Who cares, really, beyond the increments

Of his immediate family - but taking off on a motorcycle?

He should have known better, really. Justice

Today has more to do with scissors

Than truth. Using scissors

To cut articles out of the tabloids - there's our modern gallows.

Who needs justice

When we've got photos? OK, the guy is a cockroach

In his personal life, riding off on his motorcycle,

And debasing his Office in increments

With each observed visit. These increments

Weren't visible in the past. No scissors

Out. Did he think the motorcycle

Would disguise him? That's how you wind up on the gallows,

Underestimating the cockroach.

They'll get you any way they can - that's modern justice.

His visits were increments leading to the gallows.

It's like using scissors to try to stab a cockroach,

Or a motorcycle to run down justice.