In the Meantime

I’m waiting. Watching you, watching me. I wonder, what you’ll tell the jury When they’re deciding your fate? Will you even make it to trial? I see you cowering in some dark corner After the dirty thoughts have fled from your wild mind Sucking on your fate, fetal style Now that you’ve done the deed. My scent still fresh on your lizard scales Excitement gives way to terror When you remember all of your mistakes Of trace evidence Pointing its bony finger, right at you! Oh, but the ecstasy! Finality of it all! You did it! You really did it!