One of the Usual Suspects

Cora, come and get me. I'm in jail again.
It's not my fault. You know how, sometimes,
Things will go. A window breaks. A child
Cries. A former felon, simply walking by,
Is carded, fingered, cuffed. I haven't been
Convicted. I'm just stuck here. I don't
Have the bail, but, should you come
With money (and a pizza, if you wouldn't
Mind; the food here still is almost poison),
I will find a lawyer, and I won't be sent back
To the prison. I don't have an alibi, but, Jesus,
Isn't even an ex-con considered innocent
Until it's proven that he's not? In movies,
Maybe, less so here, but I'm sure I won' be
Convicted, if the cops don't screw me.
Cora, help me. Honestly, I was just
Walking by.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-11-15 at 02:01

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