Pay the Damn Fee
Pay The Damn Fee!
I felt so famish.
Yet I knew I had to pay a fee.
I was in anguish.
I wanted to plead.
An alibi I needed to establish.
So, no trouble would come for me
One that didn’t sound so outlandish.
So, I’d be free.
To where my hunger could parish.
So, I could feed
And finally, my need would vanish
I felt such glee
In my head, I decided. What the heck, just take that Cheese Danish, there’s no harm.
I grabbed it and shoved it into my pocket. Whoopee for me!
The officer put his arm on my shoulder from behind me. He had such glee
I already knew that I would be in trouble for not paying the fee.
“Crap officer, it was gluttony.” I said with honesty.
“Oh, I know, but I guarantee that you’ll pay your fee. With a cell mate named Candee.”
Copyright © Richard Blanchard | Year Posted 2018
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