guilty
anymore.
every convict in his cell
says he's
innocent, it's not
his fault
that the gun went off,
or that
he was over served at the bar,
which made
him crash
his car into a gaggle of nuns
crossing the road
at St. Thomas More.
i didn't do it,
they all say.
my mother didn't hug me enough,
my father beat with
a cane.
we had
no food to eat.
i had to steal and rob,
smash and grab
the department store
just to make ends meet.
i'm a victim of society.
you made me this way.
i didn't do it, honest, i',m
innocent, you hear
even the ex-president say.
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