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Alone, I walk into the crowed room
As heads do turn, I fluster with remorse,
This court case culminating in my doom,
What’s destined for is soon to take its course.
Each question asked does feed upon my shame,
As piercing eyes condemn me for a con,
Declaring who could be the one to blame,
The judge’s voice confirms – I am the one.
Dejected and deflated, I arise,
The convicts in my head cry with dismay,
Still through it all, it came as no surprise,
A face so blank with nothing to convey.
The metaphors of hate still fill my brain,
Though now I know how pleasure causes pain.
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Lou Chaps
I am usually seen writing comical, eccentric poems about the most bizarre of forms. From Fruit to School Teachers, from Tragedy to plain truth. Enjoy my poetry, laugh at my eccentricity.
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