PG-13? R? WTF?

The Hunger Games’ PG-13
Seems curious amid the fuss
About what’s fitting for a teen
Like Bully and the f-word cuss,
Which drew an R initially.
It’s now unrated; all should see.

Taking Credit

If by the millions credit cards
 Are hacked, as brought to light last week,
Aren’t reassurances canards
And havoc what the bandits wreak,
As though pickpockets clogged the streets
And filched our funds as if free eats?

Good Health to All

Some U.S. High Court Justices
Are sounding daft upon their perch,
Debating plus and minuses
Of health reform that leaves a smirch:
Is mandating a policy
Like obligating broccoli?

When the Saints go Marching Out

New Orleans Saints might be their name
And maybe those on offense were,
But those on defense, those to blame
For letting sport and maiming blur
By taking cash to mete out pain
Should get tossed in Lake Pontchartrain.

There Shouldn't be a Law

What were law enforcers thinking

When they bought the watchman’s story?
Wasn’t something in it stinking?
Slender unarmed kid his quarry,
Shot to death with paid-for victuals,
Taking Dad, iced tea and Skittles?

Beyond the Limit

A car’s backfire gives me pause

While trying hard to catch my breath,
Though in a trice I know the cause
Should not instill a fear of death.
Not so for those in combat posts
Who’ve heard the sound turn friends to ghosts.