I wrote this for the 'Just A Minute' competition but was a day too late to enter. Thought I'd post it anyway for you to enjoy...
To whom it may concern
(you know who you are),
You took me to court,
made me sit and listen
as your lies coloured
the minds of the jury,
blackening my name
and my character, for all.
I defended myself
with the truth,
but it wasn't enough,
and now I sit here
guilty, but not defeated.
My gloves
have been removed,
my shackles to etiquette
have been broken,
these things
which I have not done,
which I sit here
convicted of doing,
I am now
at liberty
to prosecute
with impunity.
So be on notice,
be aware,
that wherever you are
be it London,
Milton Keynes
or Glasgow,
I will be there,
I will be behind you
I will follow
your every word
on the Net,
Listen to every conversation
In your home.
For from this point forward
a horses head
in your bed
should be the least
of your worries!
For a poem like this
takes only a minute
to write.
About the Creator
Niall James Bradley
I am a teacher who lives in the north west of England. I write about many subjects, but mainly I write non-fiction about things that interest me, fiction about what comes into my head and poetry about how I feel.
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Comments (1)
Oooo, that took a dark turn. Hope you're okay!