The LA cops have struck again
(His wife had called nine times)
Each time that no report was made
They added to man’s decline.
We point fingers at the poor
We say they should work harder.
But the jobs are headed south,
Soon capitalists will barter.
Wives get killed around the states
At better than ten a day.
And battery, like rape,
Is a crime for which few pay.
Where is the love the preachers ask
While communities rot and fester.
The new era’s entrepreneur
Is druggist, thief, molester.
The problem isn’t just downtown
Or on the nightly news.
The problem is the horde who scream
“Go Juice, Go Juice, Go Juice.”