A Night(mare) Out in Burque
One day there was this young man who wanted to
have fun,
He took the bus and rode alone among a family of
one,
A community of people, unique individuals, a crowd
to talk with,
Heading downtown to meet more great humans,
To watch a show, to dance, to groove, and feel the
rhythm of life.
How could they be so stupid,
To just misplace they’re mistaken identity?
Probably wondering how he can even be
remembering.
With that blow to the head or the memory loss
drugs he was given.
He gets to this place and starts to mingle,
All over he meets nothing but wonderful people,
He buys a drink, takes a seat, and waits for the show
to begin.
Nothing wrong with this picture, no vice at all,
wouldn’t even call it a sin.
But to his dismay, three cops appear.
But this young man, he still has no fear.
He’s done nothing wrong and wonders why the cops
are here.
He offers them a seat, and they start to come near.
But then BOOM! Lights out - the cops did something
to this man.
He awakes far away walking down the street.
Wondering where his memory is, why the sun is about
to rise.
He steps into a 7-11 and buys a pack of smokes.
The clerk asks, “What happened to your head?”
The man realizes he’s bleeding, but thinks he must
already be dead.
Shaped like a bullet wound - blood oozing out.
He must’ve been shot and woke up in hell.
But no, wait! Don’t jump to conclusions.
This man is still alive and actually feeling quite well.
Bits of memory are recalled as he walks his ass
home.
Soon he realizes he was only assaulted, it wasn’t a
bullet to the dome.
Now he feels even better, he remembers a face.
An older white male wearing a badge.
He remembers the words Imbibe, but he doesn’t
know of the place.
Looks on the computer and starts to figure stuff out.
These snarky pigs made a mistake!
They were there to retaliate.
But they got the wrong guy, it wasn’t the one they
were after.
Now this man has to control his laughter.
[11]
Now this man doesn’t mind the beating, the cops
are forgiven.
But he’d like his phone back.
Wondering if any one can help him to retrace and
track.
Could even matchup spacetimes’ of the phone and
those of potential attackers.
To do this he even thought of recruiting some
hackers.
But instead he’s turned back to the law,
Asking wouldn’t the cops prosecute if they were
also beaten?
Or would they just retaliate because the law’s just
not speaking?