Sticky Situations & Allegations
did you think I would stop?
not even for a cop
I’ll run like hell
knocking over garbage pales
something stinks
something smells
like something’s rotten in the well
something’s missing I can tell
someone’s stitching like a tattletale
corpses rising with the swale
no BODY I know as far as I can tell
rising above the pungent smell
what’s my alibi where was I
on the 4th of July
was I that high?
I couldn’t see the ground
from the sky
above the clouds
where bullets don’t fly
someone was identified
somebody started to cry
I was somewhere in Sunnyside
how did I get there?
I think I got a ride
I need representation
save my occupation
ruining my reputation
on the night in question
I was at the Amtrak station
headed for cooler libation
to answer your question

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Excellent write.
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