Older Poem: HEAR THE POP (1970)

HEAR THE POP

Hear the pop
Then the cop
Yells “Stop”

That’s the end
Of the payday
As the box

Of dope sits
On the ground
As your hands

Raise up high
Above your head
Then behind back

As handcuffs click
Then shoved into
Cruiser back seat

Cop smiles as
Siren turned on
And you think

Will I have
To cut hair
For Judge’s sake

Will my lawyer
Say I’m a
Good Boy

From a Good
Family who never
Got into this

Kind of trouble
And I’m in
My second year

Of college
Hoping not to
Be drafted

All of this
Because I listened
To a friend

Of a friend

Have mercy Judge

Sportswriter in flames over Michael Phelps' pot smoke.

http://jay-mariotti.fanhouse.com/2009/02/03/phelps-vow-to-kids-goes-up-in-smoke/

No comment except to say that this kind of cultural conservative "you must be a nonsinning role model 24/7/365" hysteria will probably eclipse a recent TMZ scoop about Miley Cyrus and some of her posse pulling their eyelids back to enact the timeless dumb and demeaning stereotype of Asians: http://www.popeater.com/music/article/miley-adds-racist-gag-to-already-long/326727