*higher crimes and misdemeanors,
the accusations are long and detailed
just like the poems I write
the sentencing, sneeringly sententious and luridly sensational,
your vocabulary confiscated
and imposed upon you a concision (ouch)
write only poetic-succinctly
when I cried out from the dock,
“innocent!
the words own me, not I them,”
the words, my jurors, snickered,
the fix was in,
and the sentence of hard labor,
a bad rap time indeterminate,
spent in a cruel and unusual
panopticon,
a punishment to fit the crime
no, won’t tell you what it means,
a private verbalist’s hell
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 7:03 AM UTC
*higher crimes and misdemeanors,
the accusations are long and detailed
just like the poems I write
the sentencing, sneeringly sententious and luridly sensational,
your vocabulary confiscated
and imposed upon you a concision (ouch)
write only poetic-succinctly
when I cried out from the dock,
“innocent!
the words own me, not I them,”
the words, my jurors, snickered,
the fix was in,
and the sentence of hard labor,
a bad rap time indeterminate,
spent in a cruel and unusual
panopticon,
a punishment to fit the crime
no, won’t tell you what it means,
a private verbalist’s hell
3-31-2019
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