I saw a crime,
done on a dime,
and no one believes me;
in this cause or sin.
I was a kid,
when did; did, did;
and now I cannot trust,
or I will bust from deep within,
and see this sin again.
I see the need,
to never please.
Can you help me? Please!
(I really would like to be free)
Seems so much,
I cannot touch,
a court room or a judge.
It always seems to smudge!
All I do is trudge.
One day soon,
there'll be a boom,
my head will finally be,
my sister said it to me.
K.A.P.
6/29/2009
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