Admitted To the Bar

Admitted this day of this date Chains on my twos Twisting pain for their gain Again it has to rain The reason for my confinement They call it refinement Am fresh in the room The colleagues clap Welcome by a slap They fear not the snap Taken by the secrete eye at cornet top This day of this date Am admitted to the bar Drinks of alcoholic ammonia That smell like a rained-on-pig They call it refinement The reason for my confinement The fresh human dung Can choke the beetle Even a fly can't survive Tommorow is that day of that date To face the caped lord With masked eyes Ready to determine my conviction Hate speech from the son of chief Alcoholic son of a pastor Criminal son of son CS security the son of the alleged terror the warden here comes listing my heart beating pain in veins looting in the news heading titles catchy bolding son of peasant hurting and admitted to the bar he calls my name with respective rudeness the son of a wise fool from the lineage of harmless terrorist hereby convicted for the following objection of Justice killing of dreams murder of humility robbery of kindness stealing peace looting pieces of peace I am guilty I am a walking killer,robber,murderer and looter admitted to the bar #merson_poet