How law can not be owned - by Schrunk Mathias Freakson
“It’s an invasion of privacy.”
“What you say? They were bought?”
“No, they had a word somewhere.”
“Sir. Young Sir I’ve seen plenty of you rebels sent out into the trenches.”
“Well what to do if you look like a living image of someone never seen a hairdresser and the news don’t love you?”
“Don’t go to a saloon.”
“Well you see young lad if law is a druggist you should simply avoid these dangerous substances.”
“Alright officer these were different times.”
“And you are a pacifist!”
“Yes but I am freak.”
“Alright Sir Mr Law yourself Sir. I dread you can not be bought.”
“Well I might be a freak Mr Law and you told me a lesson for this degrading druggist habits so I changed into a righteous man.”
“Tell that to all of your followers young lad.”
“My followers! For pity sake Mr Law don’t you know they all viewed upon me as a freak!”
“So did Mr Law lad.”
“Well that’s good news it’s a health code case and back to reformatory school for you then.”
“Thank you Mr Law sir I certainly deserve that sir.”
“Yes a good son lad it’s an old book no case scenario. You ain’t ever had no friends lad and we became your one true and only friends.”
“I have friends Sir they’re all on the road that’s why.”
“Yes but we all thought you sent them there that’s why.”
“For heavens sake Mr Law. Why in the name of our sweet Lord would you run such a scheme?”
“Well young Sir we’d been at the theatre watching cowboy films that’s why.”
“And you little lad own a little more of this city than you know.”
“What, no, Mr Law I am on welfare for a drug habit issue.”
“Yes get out of this town lad and get a job somewhere. These countrymen don’t like city folk.”
“How can you ask me to leave my home Mr Law! I love this here city and all my friends even if they do talk behind my back calling me all strange names and things.”
“Well young lad you’re most likely a little too innocent then which sometimes Lawmen find a lie.”
“Sir Mr Law Sir I never done nobody no harm.”
“No, we just didn’t like you son.”
“What kind of a personal insult is that Mr Law? Didn’t you think of me as a man?”
“No, son, you’re a punish little freak boy with no sense of anything else than saying what other folk tell you.”
“Rehabilitation taught me a lot Mr Law. As well as teaching me they weren’t really my followers they also taught me they all had a good time laughing at my punish silly druggist me never once left out of the ditch.”
“All of them lad?”
“No Sir Mr Law Sir I sure could sing.”
“Well lad some of us didn’t like your songs.”
“As far as I know Mr Law Sir. Ain’t no one ever been held back from singing whatever he or she want’s to Sir.”
“You sounded like an apothecary commercial that’s why lad.”
“Yes Mr Law I love you druggists. Then again if I were the Law I’d tell you to leave these poor people alone as well as not trying to impose an invent a total cynic reality upon them.”
“Then you’re no freak young lad.”
“No and I don’t do drugs that ain’t legal no more Sir.”
“Well lad we might own a couple of newspapers and such but it’s good to see you’ve changed.”
“Then again Mr Law Sir if I have no friends who can hate me?”
“That, young rebel, lad I can not answer you.”