Category : Poems

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Gates closed, keyed locks
Bright orange clothes
Not fashionable frocks
My family knows

I’m innocent, I keep repeating
No one seems to hear me
I cannot enjoy my seating
Hard, dusty, not my cup of  tea

I’ll lay down, bugs on the wall
I wait and wait and nothing
No one is coming down the hall
This is certainly not a fun thing

I should have just walked by
He was down, restless, a gun
I was afraid, not thinking I could fry
I touched it, the gun, not the guy

Kicked it away should have been
My quick and sanest reaction
I was afraid, not thinking then
It was not a little infraction

There’s a clatter, a noise in the hall
Keys jingling, a witness was found
A Habeas Corpus, I’m not going to fall
I’m free by my lawyer’s hand

© Copyright 2004.02.13 by Jean E. Gorney