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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Life” Sat here in this god-damned courtroom, unable to move backed into the corner by kangaroos no escape from the ill-informed baptised in their five minutes of fame they like to pin me like I’m a donkey I have no tale to wag... but they’ll beat it and wag the dog just the same, it seems I'm becoming a fable; stupid decisions I made sometimes in my life I was the try-hard fat boy slim, wrong place, wrong time criminally forensic I could have avoided it all but here I sit, shackled and seated as if sinking 6 feet in cement, humiliated to nothing unable to move to present a remarkable meaning a motive, an inkling to open end it all I could be innocent, admission of something anything, before the whole world. They are ALL - magnetically pulled towards me, yet unseeing to what is directly in front of them, fathoms underneath it all; why here? closed off, buried already like I’m sealed no open case without a true voice heard vaccumed sucker-punched in a closed box rat-a-tat-tat in front of those in a more superior world grave diggers all, ignorant, yet more virtuous their call they’ve had their voice heard; Me - three words in a sectioned stance I say audibly loud enough as if in a trance, “I respectfully decline”… the ball bounced against a dumb wall where vacuous minds are lined up, resounds back. Life 4 consecutive times applied somewhere out there the real monsters walk free. And here I am, dealing with mine, inside, perhaps a patsy, the outside continues to debate angel or monster? human or demon? I have no voice. the audience speaks it for me, has its final say - true or false? I turn away; on the table pen and paper a work of art for deciphering a black heart remains CandideDiderot ‘25
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