* I have had this story in my head for quite some time now, but it dosen't seem to be coming out the way its supposed to. And this is not the story to be honest. This is just part of it. Probably the end bit. Anyways, I'll keep trying till it dosen't. This was not the first attempt, but its as far as it has gone till now. I seem to be lacking that thing called 'trance' or something like that. I usually get it almost every time I write. A trance, not the drug thing, but kind of like the Indian thing. Kind of like I am in some other universe and my words are the world sort of thing. Cant explain. Anyways. All comments are welcome. Improvement I know is needed. Will try again in a couple of days.
The judge, he banged his gavel
Called for the defense to explain
As the jury sat in boredom
Hoping to be entertained
While John, his hands tied down
Stepped upon the wooden stand
And waited for all the questions
While his answers, a parrot’s cram
All his answers a parrot’s cram
Hungrily the papers ate all the crumbs
And flew to illustrate to the crowd
Not what John had really done
But what his defense had thrown about
In our minds it was documented
Different from how it really happened
The actual scam having been scented
We given an image of another crime
We were given an image of another crime
After all the screaming and bargaining
When everyone was utterly confused
The defender asked the judge quietly
If Jack was pardoned and excused
And the judge gladly asked the jury
What was to be done to the accused?
They reached a verdict of not guilty
And the judge was clearly amused
And the judge was clearly amused
And the cuffs of John’s haunting crime
Came off upon the victims time
Amongst the tears of those left behind
John walked out of the court with pride
With a smile that his lips had seduced
With a smile that his lips had seduced
While the law and verdict were confused
With a smile that his lips had seduced
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