Lament of the Law-Abiding

For today’s prompt, write an exile poem. Exile is a noun, a verb, and an American rock band from Richmond, Kentucky. A person, animal, or object can be exiled. But people and animals also exile others–or even exile themselves.

Lament of the Law-Abiding

I see my neighbors on the news.
They’re happy and ready to deport
anyone whose complexion is darker
than their sickly pale skin.

I’m all for reducing the ranks
of true Americans but I’d send
anyone who ends a sentence
with a preposition into exile.

Load them on buses and boats,
all those who can’t distinguish
their from they’re from there
or your from you’re.

But I’m well outnumbered,
last defender of a dying regime,
obeying the rules of grammar
in a lawless land.

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5 Responses to Lament of the Law-Abiding

  1. JeanMarie says:

    The Grammar Police need Deputies! The rules about prepositions at the end of sentences has relaxed quite a bit, but the rest of it, I’m right there with you. Thanks for the laugh on this one.

  2. Lisa Tomey says:

    One of my jobs is to listen to people talk to customers, posing as the customer. Do you want me to grammar police them? I’m jus’ “axin'”…

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