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Burial At Sea
by Philip F De Pinto
High sea
Or low
As one put
In tow
And under
A gun to sign
Although there was
No ammo in the gun
Or dotted line
You jot down confession anyhow
And the innocent of all charges
In their neon glow are last to know
They'll still receive the deep six
Even for good behavior
And the guilt was ridden as a wave
And he snorkling in your menstrual flow
Was in no good humor
To be spurned and the blood
Omnipresently occurring
And as quickly spreading rumor
And the farce of pressure points or critical
Scarce or nary to be heard or made by defense
To stem what was ganging down the plank
And not a boa among the tourniquet
To constrict the flow on the premise
That a knife will fell a life
Only now occurring to the one
Who was supposed to be living it all along
And not to be frittered away with a signature
Although there was no dotted line
Nor ammo in the gun
Only that the sun was lowing
On the sea of love
Unlike the weary
The case may rest
Yet immediately after and during the trial
A man will sit and swear on the stand
Bob like a cortland and sigh
Equipped with only one lie
Or truth to tell
The rest are copycat
02/21/2014 Posted on 02/21/2014
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