Speeding
Speeding!
I didn’t do it; I swear that I didn’t.
The policeman was drunk, I swear that he was.
Then he tried to arrest me, and sure enough he did.
I wish that I’d told him, that I was drunk instead.
I imagine the fine should probably be more,
But I smiled real sweetly, hoping he’d see
I’m not a bad person, it was only speeding,
The speedometer lied, it said 53!
Copyright © Melissa Ann Hardin | Year Posted 2022
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