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.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2008
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