Only VERY occasionally am I moved to write a poem, so I have to admit to having been inspired by the incredibly stupid OJ Simpson who, after getting an extremely lucky break over 10 years ago, has had the unmitigated gall to commit not one, not two, but TEN felonies, and now might get life in prison for allegedly stealing his own football memorabilia. He’s bringing stupid back. Not that it had ever gone anywhere.

The rhyme scheme is a bit juvenile, but here goes:

Ode to OJ Simpson

by Gina B.

Orenthal James, you dumb-assed man,

I hope they lock you up,

As fast as they can,

You got away with killing your wife,

So you should have laid low,

For the rest of your life,

Any sane person would hide from society,

Devoid of attention,

And press notoriety,

No writing of books and flaunting your crime,

No “here’s how it happened,”

Without doing time,

But no, not you, you can’t remain civil,

You enlisted your thugs,

You showed off your pistol,

And even if someone was selling your stuff,

You should call 911,

Not yell and get rough,

The public is angry and wants you in jail,

They’re pissed at the judge,

For setting your bail,

This time they’ll get you, there won’t be a glitch,

You’ll live out your days,

As Cell Block D’s bitch,

Don’t look for “your people” to show you our love,

We’re sick of you too,

Hey . . . could this be your glove?