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I Rest My Case, Your Honor

A poem

By Lars LonderrePublished 5 years ago 1 min read
I Rest My Case, Your Honor
Photo by Darya Skuratovich on Unsplash

Please, your honor, I plead guilty

Not the Fifth, I was to blame

When I wrote that I would, will be

At his house, no clothes nor shame

Please, Miss Lawyer, let them inquire

Let me go and take the stand

Let me detail how we conspired

How he thrust and how I bent

I want her witness, want her to hear

My testimony, first-hand account

How what she took for granted, I took near

Took it all in, plenty, abound

Want her to know that I in fact did

All the things she wondered since

That I did use her favorite lipstick

Wore her panties on my skin

I wish I could say I had my reasons

To mistreat, reasons to spite her

That I repayed some kind of treason

But in truth I don’t dislike her

I just mistook him for a challenge,

Preyed on him and her alike

Took what’s their’s, hunted and scavenged

Just because the time was right

Now please, your honor, do us justice

Let the wooden gavel fall

Her palpable spite no longer cuts it

I welcome your judgement call

love poems

About the Creator

Lars Londerre

I write whenever the mood strikes, or strokes. Find me at www.rainydaypoetry.com, you know you want to.

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