Always in the wrong
A thousand eyes are on me
Now I burn with guilt
Am I beyond help?
My choices are not best made
I am here again
Looking at my brief
Hoping he finds a snag
I try not to sweat
He is unconcerned
An actor's fine performance
A talk fest for him
High above the court
Now clutching at the bars rail
Wait for the verdict
The judge has returned
His summing up confuses
I start to panic
Grins from the defence
Freed on a technicality
Good, I'm home again
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A cool little piece. I found myself thinking "this is what it would be like if Law and Order was a poem!"
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Ooh...s/he sounds like a clever and crafty one...best avoided...that last line hit down live a gavel..
ReplyDeleteA wonderful episode - :)
ReplyDeleteI always knew you didn't do it!
ReplyDeleteoh great walking out on freedom road (◕‿◕｡) have a good Sunday
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much love...
All this psychology and theater mixed up...and who is a puppeteer? :)
ReplyDeleteCan be most worrying and tense if given such a situation. Seeing all the court trappings are that intimidating let alone being judged! Great lines oldegg!
ReplyDeleteHank