Vince Suzadail Jr. Poet Rhyme

Not Guilty

I swear it was his fault Your Honor
So put him in his place
He was trying to break my knuckles
By hitting them with his face

Of course I wouldn't hurt him
I would not commit no crimes
You see, he kept falling on my knife
Yes, Your Honor, forty seven times

No I didn't rob the post office
They're just trying to ruin my day
I don't have cash to pay my fine
Will postage stamps be okay

He's lying again, Your Honor
Trying to throw my life into despair
Even though my prints were on his throat
I wasn't even there

     This poem is dedicated to the liberal morons this country has appointed to the 
courts. The sad part is, the parties in these fictional statements would probably 
be found Not Guilty by today's judicial standards. A salute to the vigilantes out 
there who actually protect the victim.

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James Foulk August 21, 2008 at 1:02 PM Vincent you and me see eye to eye on what is going on. I am glad that you are posting poems in regard to these things. We do need better Judges than what we have now. Our laws need to be changed and soon. this was a great poem you wrote and had a great message. Thank you for reading my Hanging around and for your very funny comment and so true.