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Hank

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By ThaddeusPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Hank
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HANK

Justice is blind, just do your time

Innocent or Guilty, the decision is mine

The gold shield I hold, sad stories are told

Long arm of the law, no evidence I saw

Tick boom they’re gone, too bad so long

Murder and mayhem, my soundtrack my song

Shadows lurk behind unlocked doors

No Judge in site, so I settled the score

Whiskey makes it better, Rum sent me home

Music way too loud, my thoughts they do roam

The future uncertain, confused and all alone

Anxiety my nightcap, must stay off the phone

Deception, corruption, guiltiness and sin

Your newfound railroad, me again for the win

Innocent is an option, wrong place and wrong time

One man’s justice, dropping nickels and well-placed dimes

Dark deeds rear evil, make secure your personal space

Justice has the final say, a wet and cold resting place

T. Forman

3/22/

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Thaddeus

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