Colorblind Conviction
The guilt I wore upon my skin
is why the coppers took me in
and quickly did the jury pounce
for my appearance did announce
that I was criminal indeed
and so they wouldn't let me plead
though even if that worldly race
had let me illustrate my case
the words for them that I would rear
would teeter in 'n out their ear
it's true I did look good in stripes
and thus behind confining pipes
the jury thought I would look best
(which justified my quick arrest)
but luckily the judge did see
my form lacked all humanity
I was not capable of harm
nor was there reason for alarm
he rose and slammed his wooden hand:
"Why is this zebra on my stand?"
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