Poetry & Art
by Jim Nasium
These People Paid To Judge Me
These people paid to judge me
call themselves a jury
it's plain to see how they feel
there's no justice here for me
the chips are stacked against me
no one wants to understand
I always do the best I can
I'm just that kind of man
This is not what I wanted to happen
I never wanted her to take him away
he had a home here with me
and here is where he should stay
he worked with me when he could
I showed him places I knew
but she lied to get her way
what the hell could I do
She brought up my personal history
stretched the truth a bit
when my lawyer heard her go on and on
I thought he would throw a fit
there was no reason to bring up any of that
but she had to if she wanted her way
I tried to make the jury understand
I'm not the same man today
I stood there in the court room
I tried to be polite
I figured I could explain my side
then everything would be alright
my plan never came together
some how she got her way
and that's why my son
is out there living with her today...
©2001 Jim Nasium
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