The Rules In Los Angeles

Hung with duct tape or tacks
On the back of a piece of paper,
Lime green highlighter, red Sharpie,
Spray paint over posted bills
Statements, commands
Misspellings, poor grammar.

But their soul is a riveted metal placard,

They are the fresh, current law
And we follow it, happy to do as they tell us
and share the message
With passersby and newcomers.
Faced with these crooked haphazard signs
We thoughtful rebels are filled with respect

For its letters, its spirit.

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