“Criminal”


With a meticuously governed recolection
I testified to the lawman and his inspection
"I dear sir no criminal or plight"
But no sooner from my testimony reprimanded
The policeman (gun drawn) demanded
My hands in air wrong or right
I sit and wait now for my turn in court to "fight"

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