Howdy, boys and girls. Stop and figure this here warrant for
y’all arrested development.
Now what powerful freedom has invested in me authority to
render Poetic Justice?
Who am I?
I was a US Marshall who was whipped, water boarded,
interrogated and left for dead on the wasteland of vultures when I was a kid in
Public School 161 in The South Bronx.
Worse agony was to arrive at New York University where I was
ethnic-profiled
I aim to frame city of the world like I was framed in courts
of media firefights.
I am a fast draw who knows the law: NYPD has to assist this Man With No Ties To
Terrorism in capturing America’s Most Wanted. That would include police
officers.
There are 8 million stories in The Naked City.
You’re now one of them on police line-ups.
Smile for Selfie! Gotcha, partners!
This restless soul gets reward and a good day to y’all blue
angels getting bluer as my gold star catches the light of high noon. There’s
law and then there’s justice. Reckon it’s time to get back on the saddle and
leave town before sundown.
Vaya con Dios, amigos and all you pretty ladies out there.
Hi ho Silver LOL
away!
I so dearly love when true life Mission: Impossible comes
together perfectly.
FYI: This disavowed operation was called Homework.
It was long overdue
To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks By
Danny Aponte of P.S 161: Comic Book Cyber Journal Of The Better Angels Of Our
Nature
Hope y’all get sequel.
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