Burning Bare Foot AcquitalMature

Waking up in a ditch is much better,
in some cruel sense,than dying in it.
The judge here isn't exactly convinced
that the fool was innocent for arson,
but had intent to rule the fool crazy,
so, by law, away the fool was sent.

Half a day's ride couldn't ease the tide
that left a stride half a mile behind
the glowing red, eight sided sign
shining so brightly in the nightly sky
presiding so chillingly snide
above the fool's bruised right eye.

Arrival at the recovery center was sweet,
and shone like glitter that tasted bitter
along the twenty first traffic lit street
gliding between sky scraping jitters
jittering nervously around cheeks
rosy red by revealed bare feet.

The End

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