Spike is Best

Panhandling is legal and safe
since the meridian walker blocked
with a black permanent marker
the il and the un, ushering in
new law. Officialdom's clown
comes in signs proclaiming codes
warning of infringements along roads,
but vandalized, or outright knocked down;
or else tarnished by the wear of weather,
tortured with the shit of birds;
gravity swayed in sundry manners
like passing vehicles and too close turns,
where codes of conduct meet end-term
of living experience, that has gone before,
goes now, and will go on, as rotating earth.
One can hope that man is getting on well
or better, and be a future leader
like Sam on his return to the Shire.
I'll add some more - if you desire -
to your confounded list of charges:
"Calling your Chief Names, Wishing
to punch his Pimply Face,
and Thinking you Shirriffs look a lot of Tom-fools."
One can imagine that simple, funny picture
by the artist Cor Blok of Bill Ferny
getting Sam's apple smack in the face;
and Bill the pony was not aware
of a no-kicking rule. Even in the face
of herbicidal rule, weeds continue
to cultivate the asphalt, where
the meridian walker blocked
with a black permanent marker
the il and the un, now legal and safe.