(no subject)
Today was the day he got out of prison.
Ten years ago he took the fall.
People just wouldn't listen,
he never even got his phone call.
His reasons were never quite clear,
nor was the evidence compelling.
But his name they did smear;
the broadcast feed was yelling.
Everyone needs a patsy,
someone to cushion the blow.
So the prosecture; he was crafty.
And the jury; they were slow.
So his fate was set,
his peers' minds locked against him.
Cuz that's what you get;
When trails are held on a whim.
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Ten years ago he took the fall.
People just wouldn't listen,
he never even got his phone call.
His reasons were never quite clear,
nor was the evidence compelling.
But his name they did smear;
the broadcast feed was yelling.
Everyone needs a patsy,
someone to cushion the blow.
So the prosecture; he was crafty.
And the jury; they were slow.
So his fate was set,
his peers' minds locked against him.
Cuz that's what you get;
When trails are held on a whim.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.