“Fitted Ties and Pointy Shoes”

Fitted ties, tailored suits, and pointed shoes.
Hearts of steel, minds of water.
Every ripple a tsunami.
His only possible friend,
A king despised by many.
Walking in comes another man hugged in orange;
Chains dangle like the man's self esteem.
A podium he takes with regret.
This man is guilty of murder,
There is no way to prove his innocence.
He is condemned beyond belief.
But even his lawyer disagrees,
“He is innocent I say!”
“Look at the proof!”
Then hesitation.
Only a few pieces of measly paper lie on the table.
The judge nods his head,
He’s guilty?
No.
In agreement?!
“I believe it is a possibility that he is innocent.”
A long sigh to follow,
“Not guilty as charged!”
A burst of tears breaks from the defendant.
Crashing down to the floor they came,
Like powdered ash from the gunshot
Pwack!

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(Now read from bottom to top)
 

Hunter Tuohey, April 4th, 2017

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