I Rest My Case, Your Honor

Poetry May 25, 2021

Please, your honor, I plead guilty
Not the Fifth, I was to blame
When I wrote that I would, will be
At his house, no clothes nor shame

Please, Miss Lawyer, let them inquire
Let me go and take the stand
Let me detail how we conspired
How he thrust and how I bent

I want her witness, want her to hear
My testimony, first-hand account
How what she took granted, I took near
Took it all in, plenty, abound

Want her to know that I in fact did
All the things she wondered since
That I did use her favorite lipstick
Wore her panties on my skin

I wish I could say I had reasons
To mistreat, reasons to spite her
That I repayed some kind of treason
But in truth I don’t dislike her

I just mistook him for a challenge,
Preyed on him and her alike
Took what’s their’s, hunted and scavenged
Just because the time was right

Now please, your honor, do us justice
Let the wooden gavel fall
Her simple spite no longer cuts it
I welcome your judgement call

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Lars Londerre

I write whenever the mood strikes or strokes. Things get weird sometimes, but then that's why you're here.