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The Sentence - Lost Its Head
You steal my chips
and sip from my best
teacup's brim. You pinch
my thunder just to hear the
applause begin. My learned
friend, your record's known, or so
they say. The evidence grows stronger
every passing day. You throw punchlines
long before I've reached the twist. You
drink my stories before they've had time
to persist. You leap through pauses like a barrister
sniffing flaws. Then smile politely, resting smugly
on applause. The clerk cries, "Order!" Robes
begin their stately sway. The judge sighs, "We hear this selfsame
case every day." The jury nods without the slightest
hesitation. "He always gives the verdict before the
conversation." The verdict comes: "Guilty — beyond all
reasonable doubt!" The charge: "Stealing endings -
Butting in, throughout! The charge: Sentence theft
by constant interruption! The culprit pleads:
"Your Honour, mercy! I've mouths to feed!"
The judge interrupts, "There! You've done
it yet again, indeed." "Kindly let the
speaker finish... before you finish
the sentence." "For the crime of
finishing sentences....... Your
Sentence shall never be finished."
"Off with his Head!."
"Off with his Head!."
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