Out of Bounds

Out of Bounds

The cordon is set.

Blue and white tape

stretched around

the crime scene.

No one must cross

the barrier

you have pledged to protect.

You have no place here

unless you are the coroner,

the CSI guy

or the corpse.

 

09/09/12

Reviews

[quinfinn]

thank the creator i'm not any of those people, very solid and creative write

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thanks!

[quinfinn]

;)

[KAOlmsted]

This appeals to me on so many levels. First, it is good poetry. Second, I am a crime scene aficionado. Third, I have had this conversation with arduous men. Really good stuff.

Meanwhile, I would be lying if I said I didn't let the press under the tape every once in a while *wink* *laugh*

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hey I am with the New York Times!

[KAOlmsted]

Maybe I'll give you an exclusive...OH HEY! STOP! This just sounds like a bad pick up line! I am here to write, damn it! *LAUGHLAUGHLAUGH*

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Then can I write all over you? i will reciprocate!

[KAOlmsted]

Oh my nerve...we have officially scraped the bottom...people will talk *LAUGH* Anyway, all kidding aside, this really was a good poem. Don't message me anything dirty. And by don't, of course I mean...*ahem*

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah I am now offically banned!

[Neville]

Brilliant John, pure poetical magic. I like lots. All Good Things, N

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Nev!!