'' I'm Now Doing Time '' Poem by Bri Mar

When caught I say,
It wasn't me,
Though fraught I pray,
They cannot see,
It's bought today,
They don't agree,
Stealing is a crime.


The shop said yes,
I said no,
The cop said guess,
Where you will go,
I'll stop no less,
Your lies just grow,
A mountain you must climb.

I cried they laughed,
It's all an act,
I replied my craft,
Is solid fact,
They sighed you're daft,
Use some tact,
For you the tolls will chime.

The van is here,
I'm on my way,
The man is clear,
For this you'll pay,
My plan is fear,
It's such affray,
I no longer feel sublime.

I believe in truth,
I told the judge,
While in the booth,
The facts I fudge,
To grieve, uncouth,
He wouldn't budge,


‘' I'm Now Doing Time ‘'