“He partied at a festival, was filled with great elation,

and staggered out knowing he was too filled with libation;

his drunkenness forgotten—completely in denial.”

screamed the burly big-shot lawyer hired for the trial.


“If this man had only thought, used only half his brain,

that woman’d be alive now, and we would not detain.

Instead I’m here before you; my temper in a rile.

In fact, I must pause now, to swallow down my bile.”


The prosecution rests, no longer does berate.

The drunkard sits and waits while the jury does debate.


The verdict’s in, the man has sinned, the public does elate.

The End

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