The Verdict

Love is easy. It burns in my belly. Does
the deed like old whiskey. Sober strategies
see that living, though, needs a congressman’s savvy.

Thoughts uttered become seed, children brought
to life accidentally. What they do,
loved or disowned, leads the judge
directly to read: guilty.

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