TrialA Poem by RedPlanetAt trial I Wear my old worn-out shoes and ugly suit
At trial I
Wear my old worn-out shoes and ugly suit Even though There's nicer in my closet Trip over my own briefcase on purpose Just for a rise Switch my accent halfway through questioning a witness Say "meow" instead of "now" Wing my speech to the jury I do indeed lose my first trial Tell myself it was due to all of the above factors But deep down i know i would have lost Even if i was acting my best © 2017 RedPlanet |
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Added on May 20, 2017 Last Updated on May 20, 2017 Author
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