In the best case scenario, he mused
There would be no need at all for any degree of case scenario
Unfortunately, there would be questions asked and answers demanded
Regardless of his preferences
He stood there longing for the days of his youth
When the only consequences for his indiscretions
Was a spell in the corner or a couple of swats
Nothing that would actually curtail his enthusiasm for mischief
Now he had to weigh his chances of copping a plea
Or rolling the dice with a jury of his peers
But wait, he screamed, these are not my peers!
They are my betters...they are innocent and unashamed
Then the thought occurred to him
That maybe, just maybe
He could play upon their sympathies
Flutter his long dark eyelashes, droop his bedroom eyes a bit more
His Counselor put the kabosh on that idea
With a reminder that he was playing for his life, not time
His collar felt tight, the tie like a noose
He had to fight the urge to get up and run
He had to contain his urge to bust loose
The bailiff stood stoically with his hand on his gun
That alone was enough to create a truce
Then he shook his head to clear his vision
And realized he wasn't on trial, he was in his house
And all he was being asked was where had he been tonight
And all he had to do was admit he'd stopped off at a place
To unload his mind of all the crap he'd dealt with today
In order to be able to arrive home without itching for a fight
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