Body Camera

 

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

Visiting your kin folk out in the 'burbs,

 

In the middle part of autumn.

 

The stealthy Prius leaves the locals undisturbed.

 

Like the deviled eggs which you brought 'em.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

Rounding a corner, what comes into view.

 

A walker who spins and stops, facing your direction.

 

It seemed like a somewhat spastic thing to do,

 

He wore a harness, like the kind for reflection.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

But why the harness, in the light of day?

 

When pedestrians need protection the least.

 

But right there in the middle of his chest,

 

Was a camera like those worn by police.

 

 

VERSE 4

 

A slow steady turn was what he was striving.

 

Keeping the body camera perpendicular.

 

Was he more interested in who was driving,

 

Or was his interest purely vehicular.

 

 

VERSE 5

 

I assume he was taking videos,

 

Because he slowly pivoted as I drove by.

 

Like movies filmed at Screen Gems Studios.

 

Such as Priest, Easy A, and The Perfect Guy.

 

 

VERSE 6

 

But what if he was capturing still shots,

 

To get the most accurate representation.

 

What he does with the photos he's got,

 

Is pretty much anyone's guesstimation.

 

 

VERSE 7

 

As I drove by he spun to keep me in view,

 

So my license plate number was not ignored.

 

But his presence was digitally noted too,

 

By the blind spot camera which I keep on board.

 

 

VERSE 8

 

So I'm filming him while he films me.

 

Seems we question each other's benevolence.

 

Once grilled by a lawyer in discovery,

 

You'll know that a video is the best evidence.

 

 

VERSE 9

 

Let's close out with a lesson for our youth:

 

Don't question if your film is admissible.

 

All authorities like to verify the truth.

 

You can show it to your high school principal.

 

 

The End

 

 

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