Caught Sentence
I tried to write down my pain with a broken pencil before the caught
and i discover there was no need for its pointless.
The clock was ticking a distraction
so i tried to eat it, boy it was so time consuming.
My thoughts were running supersonic but the poor police cyclist could not outrun me for his cycle was two tired.
My pen is my weapon, with it i can go nuclear
so i no longer trust those who stare at it cause i know they are up to something.
Though their worries became my hurdles am glad i got over it...
My poems are my fortune with them i bring forth tunes.
I still my audience to steal their priceless attention
so they say am a criminal and i plead guilty that i was playing on words.
My charges was a theatrical pun performance
the fact is it was sheer word play.
To jail, still they hail, am a prisoner, a pun star, naked as charged.
My words are nude to the world
my most cherished punctuation mark is the period of my jail term.
Besides it marks the end of my sentence.
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