Societal Satire in Shorts
Transgressions
S. G. Lacey
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Don’t Be Heisty
Alone and aloof,
atop the bank’s roof.
Situation’s a house of cards,
everything is upright on edge.
One mistaken false step and,
our plan topples off the ledge.
As viewed from the heavens,
Orion chasing Leo.
Night passes quite quickly,
so check your divine ego.
Time is a tickin’.
Grandfather’s watching.
Guardian angel.
Angel’s Landing.
The aerial view,
is outstanding.
Man up.
Stand tall.
Look down.
Don’t fall.
Trapeze.
Striptease.
Wardrobe change.
Pocket change.
So much kit,
to arrange.
Functioning Velcro?
Who the hell knows,
what NASA does,
in the catacombs?
Technology.
Scientology.
Smoke screen bombs.
Who farted?
Keep it in your damn pants.
Plan’s just getting started.
Vision’s gone blurry,
through icy glazed eyes.
Doughnut goggle mask.
A foolish disguise.
And so, it begins.
Can’t wait to get in!
The sprinklers are on,
gushing useless tears.
Caustic counter measures.
Must escape towards the rear.
One site captured.
Boot and rally.
We must avoid,
a lost tally.
Devil’s in the details.
Twisted up entrails.
Rubbing hands together,
shaking sweaty palms.
In this bold gambit,
one can’t have any qualms.
Accident,
adjacent.
A crisis,
apparent.
Time is money.
Ain’t that funny.
Laptop hacker.
Safe cracker.
Wires crossed.
Big disaster.
Hitting bricks.
Fucking shit!
No expulsion.
Wrong drill bit.
Robbery’s gone awry.
The real question is why?
Plans descending to hell.
I’m sweating and swearing.
Verbal diarrhea.
Why were we so daring?
Cash flow delay.
Constipation.
Without the electronic key,
funds ain’t leaving the station.
Bank vault access code data?
If you ly’n, we’ll kill ya’!
Information dump.
Enormous dump.
Post coffee break.
Taking some lumps.
Security guards.
Most very plump.
Leaving a wake,
of disabled chumps.
Getting the goods,
feels oh so good.
Keep the shipments flowing.
No cramping, period.
This bloody contraband,
must move uninhibited.
Empty the warehouse.
Epic full release.
Refilled resources.
Sign that penthouse lease.
Give me a fiction book, I’m illiterate.
Give me a bank statement, I’m legitimate.
Because I can,
big blockchain scam.
Financial fraud.
My life is glam.
Math vs. maths.
French vs. Swiss.
Currency is a language,
the rest I just dismiss.
L’argent
Urgent.
A golden stream’s flowing.
God pissing waterfalls.
Boullion bars and antique coins.
Untold riches for us all.
Nightly act complete.
Glorious wet dream.
Lude visions. Who knew,
we’d pull off this scheme?
Snake eyes paired dice roll,
three times in a row.
Lips smack, headphones crackle.
Awake and alerted.
Sugary cereal.
Snap if crisis averted.
Disappearing.
Not responsive.
Despondent,
yet pensive.
Yoda query.
Ready, is he?
My mike is shot.
My partner’s not.
We’re outnumbered,
by quite a lot.
My best buddy.
Linkage muddy.
Known each other,
since the army.
Trigger finger.
Don’t let it linger.
Give me a sling,
and a holster.
I will make this,
whole place smolder.
Clean head shot,
no spilled organs.
Sniper makes bank,
like the Morgans.
Now, they be lying in the red dirt,
while I’m strolling off to the clay court.
You can lead a horse to water,
though you can’t always make them drink.
Another option is slaughter.
Glue factories really do stink.
Out of the frying pan,
and into the fire.
Time to save my bacon,
from a live tripwire.
Trap door. Trap shoot.
Front door. Crap shoot.
A bloody bad twist of fate,
like eating Twizzlers in church.
Losing my bag of red ropes,
leaves me alone in the lurch.
Praying that when the next shoe drops,
it doesn’t hit me in the foot.
Or, I’ll be limping my way,
to the nearest escape route.
Bad luck.
We’re fucked.
Just sliced off my pinky finger.
Situation’s untenable.
Hanging on by a tendon thread,
injury might be mendable.
Gritting my teeth in pain.
Need some mandibles.
Haven’t passed out yet.
Well, that’s commendable.
Happy to leave,
a short reprieve.
Bloody fingerprints.
Coercion techniques.
So much spilt ink.
Evidence stinks.
Probable cause.
My meaty paws.
See you in jail,
fellow outlaws.
Too many snitches.
Deceitful bitches.
Staying underground,
is my alibi.
Past experience?
Don’t let the moles lie.
Finish this mission.
Here’s an admission.
Spending a life in prison,
sounds like an imposition.
Doing time takes time.
Crime begets crime.
Lacking mental bandwidth.
Chicken club sandwich.
Many components.
Just flip the damn switch.
Bus terminal.
Terminal bus.
End of the line,
for all of us.
Trigger works.
Fireworks!
John Adams.
Atom bomb.
Bad decision.
Everyone’s gone.
Foam shamrock.
Latte break.
Irish funeral.
No wake, still awake.
Will need much more luck,
than a 4-leaf clover.
Time to escape,
like Houdini.
Where’s Aladdin?
I need a genie.
Praying for the best,
while prepping for the worst.
I’ll either turn out rich,
or inside a black Hearse.
Enormous box truck, all boxed in.
Think outside the box, yet again.
Parallel park.
Parallelogram.
City blocks.
Traffic jam.
Geometry class.
Quiz was never passed.
Driver’s license test.
Freedom found at last.
Taking a retrospective,
from a brand-new perspective.
4 wheels,
and 6 eyes.
3 perps,
in disguise.
Explosion’s spectacular,
when observed from afar,
while quickly speeding off,
in the getaway car.
Through the rear-view mirror,
everything becomes clearer.
Cell service sketchy.
Where the hell are we?
Fuckari bird!
This road trips absurd.
Everything’s coming up roses,
filling countless cracks in the plan.
A thorny situation,
blooms vibrantly once again.
Quite serendipitous.
I take a dip of snus.
Grabbed the roomy exit window.
Window of opportunity.
Seat belt sign still on.
I really need to pee.
The Rolex on my wrist,
costs more than your condo.
Laughing my way to the bank,
in a platinum pink Lambo.
This comedic scene,
is truly obscene.
Running a Ponzi scheme,
that makes Madoff look clean.
Made off with enough cash,
to get back in the green.
Crypto currency.
What’s all the hurry?
See you next decade,
in a yacht that’s homemade.
Plan went nicely.
Don’t be heisty.
Park Promiscuity
Picnic blanket,
on the dry grass.
Getting oddly wet,
from a kiss that lasts.
Fingering the ripe fruit,
in a Shirley Temple.
Sugary sweet beverage.
I’ll be an example.
Cherry blossoms.
Young love blossoms.
Bra removal,
shows pale bosom.
Popping cherries.
First time’s scary.
Redhead teens,
aren’t hairy.
Virginia and Mark,
just met on a lark.
Virginity departs,
in the local park.
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Trans-Formation
Childhood Chaos:
Corn flake breakfast,
which I detested.
Stale corn pipe smoke,
is not the best.
Cute flower print dress.
Morning glories expressed.
Morning glory hole,
was the story untold.
Father’s fun,
with his son.
Paternal.
Internal.
Adolescent Abuse:
Many youngsters,
dive in blind.
It’s getting cold.
Hard to find.
Immigrant Dutch boy,
finger in the dike.
Amsterdam’s rules are rare.
Do whatever you like.
Physically accosted.
Mentally exhausted.
Perpetually exploited.
Societally lambasted.
High School Hell:
Theater club.
What’s the rub?
Thespian,
turned lesbian.
Writing lines.
Doing lines.
Falling behind.
Fault me for trying.
Jam band.
Band-aid.
Let’s join,
the next rave.
Early Employment:
Dipstick.
Lipstick.
Chance meeting.
Heart beating.
Car service.
Lip service.
Upsell.
Hot male.
Full check-up.
Lube me up!
Interaction.
Transaction.
Collegiate Confusion:
Student body,
exit stage right.
Checking figures,
later tonight.
Oral history.
Your mouth missed me.
Oral Roberts.
Dorm sex converts.
Unique genes.
Teenage dreams.
Loose those jeans.
Coed screams.
What Wages:
Nothing ventured,
means nothing gained.
But legal employ,
is tough to obtain.
Work hard.
Play hard.
Or give up.
Avant-garde.
Better safe,
than sorry.
Fuck that plan.
Time to party.
Done Dating:
Yoga.
No go.
Foam mat.
Lie flat.
Doggie bag.
Vegan nag.
Useless boyfriend,
soon to be stag.
Going so well,
until well drinks.
Pineapple garnish.
Character tarnished.
Drugged Disco:
Hitting the dance floor.
Seething drunken hordes.
Sexually diverse.
Having fun for sure.
Sparkly neon hair.
Glowing everywhere.
Much hippie loving.
Some nipple covering.
Bright pulsing strobe light.
Drugged high as a kite.
Bodies in tempo.
Scenery delight.
Incognito Identity:
New notification,
sparks conversation.
Online app link-up.
Potential hook-up.
Chat turns spicy.
Topics get dicey.
Lude descriptors.
Texting nude pictures.
Overbearing.
Oversharing.
So deceptive.
Manipulative.
Excess Exposure:
Sexploitation.
Ruined reputation.
Struggling to live.
Something must give.
Embarrassment.
Harassment.
The internet,
never forgets.
Completely dissed.
Suicide risk.
Naked in the tub.
Chemical scrub.
Midlife Misery:
Bloody sword,
is the reward.
Menstrual cycle,
going full bore.
Enter by back door?
Fine, drop your drawers.
First time anal.
Never judgmental.
My new persona,
which I now own.
Shifting one’s gender.
A real mind bender.
Secret Surgery:
First impression.
New obsession.
Botched operation.
Major transgression.
Rite of passage.
Clandestine passage.
Courtship message.
More than a massage.
Blended bits and bops.
Healing never stops.
New license needed,
to avoid the cops.
Changing Circumstances:
Short jockeys.
Jockey shorts.
Tight finish.
Inter-course.
Angling for position.
Changing positions.
Natural exhibition.
No inhibition.
Circumcision.
Bad decision.
Seeking safe sex.
A contradiction.
Ambitious Adventure:
Leading from behind,
is truly a grind.
Closed Grinder account.
Total friend rewind.
Catwalk classy.
Catatonic.
Runway run-a-way,
with a sexy sway.
I’m now bustier and blonder.
Double entendre? What genre?
The ancient Greeks preferred orgies.
How about a threesome with me?
Latter Life:
So many surgeries.
Eschewing hypergamy.
Hungry for acceptance.
Craving simplicity.
Older and wiser.
Rip Van Winkle.
Body waning.
So many wrinkles.
Mind very content.
No online content.
Living with a new name,
in a new continent.
Table Stakes
Gather Brunson and his boys,
get ready for a parable.
Just 7 challengers left,
in this great gambling carnival.
At last, cards are shuffled;
the wait’s been unbearable.
The deal goes in sweeping arcs,
like a linked parabola.
The amassed crew nears a thousand,
playing poker’s premier tour.
In Vegas ‘til the bitter end;
some succeed while others cower.
The clock starts and play begins,
blinds go up every hour.
Lady seated left is yapping,
for now, I’ll allow her.
Action starts out very slow,
most bets predictable.
If folks want to give up their chips,
I’m quite willing and able.
Texas Hold’em is the game,
5 shared cards on the table.
A few more tournament wins,
then you’ll see me on cable.
Early chip leader, world beater;
second hour hands turn sour.
Bad beats, and ugly defeats,
my demeanor’s shifting dour.
Losing chips of high value,
to folks I should devour.
Under the gun, chasing time,
such a rapid loss of power.
Confidence supremely high,
every hand is betable.
Regardless, friend or foe,
I can see through the bluffing bull.
Channeling Starsky and Hutch,
even my pal’s expendable.
In this euphoric growth state,
like Phil Ivy, got no rival.
Short stacked, checking my hole cards,
I can’t help but scour.
Middling suited connectors, but,
I must make moves now, or.
Here’s the flop, with much paint,
defeated by any over.
Regardless, I’m calling down;
it’s confirmed, I suck at poker.
Only two opponent’s left,
this tourney is winnable.
All low numbers, no face cards,
that flob was terrible.
Pot’s legit, but hand is shit,
it seems I’m incapable.
Must muck to a middling pair;
on tilt, going unstable.
River time, just one more card;
all locked in, with a set of fours.
Foe’s a joker, Ledger renamed,
dead to me at this late hour.
The dealer burns, and turns an ace;
better trips make morale lower.
Stack waning, this night’s in vain,
must summon renewed willpower.
Harshly neutered and short on chips,
truly unfathomable.
My final hand is dealt,
at least it’s playable.
A nut flush on the river,
action unbelievable.
Bad luck again, I’m still missing,
a key trophy in my stable.
Religious Relegation
The original sin was nothing,
just a pair of teenagers fucking.
If that consummation was special,
then let’s Cristen this whole hell hole.
What immaculate conception?
City planning abomination!
We just need housing construction,
and a lot of contraception.
Are we hanging in Eden,
or going back to my den?
White folks and leafy trees;
we’re lacking both of these.
Serpents are scary when slinking around.
But my pet snake’s friendly, so smooth and round.
Forbidden fruit? Bend over my beau.
Just don’t toot, as I get to know you.
Heavy drinking and hard drugs.
Mingling with some sketchy thugs.
Carrying a gold cross and gun.
Losing close friends, one by one.
This ghetto sucks,
despite the good fucks.
A child birthed here,
has no known future.
Tiny church ceremony.
No wedding gifts or dowry.
Shared first night in a single bed.
Lone pink rose becomes deflowered.
No matrimonial sex equals no fun.
My motivation’s completely come undone.
Working hard for decades, yet still a slave.
Some things in America just don’t change.
Like lots of lemmings watching TV.
We all win big, per Oprah Winfrey.
You get a car. You’re a failure.
Getting obese, at the local bar.
Baby mama’s still breast feeding,
a 6-year-old who’s needy.
Grandparents dead, neighbors demeaning.
Having a kid is so depleting.
Civil rights and civil court.
Street fights with busty escorts.
Despite Dr. King and Mrs. Parks.
Us black men are still in the dark.
No salvation from my sad life.
An existence of constant strife.
Every day praying to the Lord.
Clearly, I’m being ignored.