He was calm and coherent upon his arrival*
There was no malice in his intent
The coated one was instantly judgmental
And for security he sent.
You're scheduled
Locked up and throw away the key
You're scheduled
For Vicious Felony
He wore the bruises like a badge of honor
Like the others his eyes cast down
He knew he wasn't, wasn't to blame her
His belonging in a bag of brown

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