Wednesday, October 06, 2004

This is Your Brain on Law

Malum prohibitum
Malum in Se
Took a wandering walk
On a blustery day.
“Prohibitum, where
is your family from?,”
In Se, he inquired
Of his favorite chum.
“I thought that I’d told you,
In Se, long ago -
I carry no passport;
No land is my home.
And what about you,
may I ask, Mr. Se:
Where do you tend your roots
At the end of the day?”
“Old Pro, I’m quite sure
That this story’s been told:
I come from all over,
My home is the globe.”
Then they wandered in covetous
Silent desire;
For the place of the other one
Each did aspire:
Prohibitum wanted
A home of his own,
While in Se longed for someplace
They’d leave him alone.