Reportage Poem by Bill Mitton
Reportage
'It wasn't me, ' the man he said
though he held the smoking gun.
'and he's not dead, ' the cop replied
'he's stopped breathing just for fun.'
'Who's the victim? ' asked the press
as they looked in through the door
'if I had to guess, ' the cop said back
'him, bleeding, but not breathing,
lying face down, on the floor.”
Friday, January 13, 2006
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4/26/2024 1:18:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow, a nicely put together story, with a 'fun' theme within a violent happening. Excellent. Love Ernestine XXX