Can’t Wait…

Cannot wait till that day, says I,

Cannot wait to hear what they say,

Cannot eat nor drink,

Till they tell me what I pay,

Oh dear god in heaven,

Send the judge, the night before,

A good lay…

Will I be taken off in shackles?

Will they strip search me right there?

I don’t look good in orange,

Will they sentence me to a long incarceration?

Will the put me in with bubba,

Will he initiate me in the intricacies of the prison social system?

I guess I will have to like it, as I have no other choice…

Here comes da’ judge, oh my hackles are starting to rise,

I made it through to this day of sentencing,

Will I be made to speak of my crime?

I cannot imagine that, for I only wrote a poem,

A poem about an emotion,

One that I know quite well,

Please don’t make me tell,

Of that emotion, the one here I to you sell,

Oh, what can I do, I will say it once,

And only once, if it gets me off,

Yes that emotion is one of ANXIETY,

There, it is stated, can I go now or are you going to scoff?

                        © ed – 3/8/04