Per jury

Order in the court

Calmly composed communicate craft

What sentence to rap

Will we reach mutual composition?

Will something manifest?

All too often we don’t reach periods but are left hanging

Dangling like modifiers.

Under fire without statement

On trial with your feet still on the pavement

What is yours, surely got to be mine? We’re all the same, right?

The jury reached its verdict

So I no longer do verbal

I no longer state but roe vs. wade

I take time to put words to rhyme

Black on white

And hope you take time to read what’s on my mind

And if not well that’s on you as at least I get from it a less troubled view 

The jury reached its verdict

Defendant; we claim self-defense

Composer: get out of jail! Free speech!

The cell’s overcrowded, a lot on my plate

Composer with lost composure that’s why I don’t speak but create

This was the last meal I ate

Cold shoulder, pleas and cannots

Some just don’t get you but still cite and allude to

The point you made but didn’t get the meaning

Your case is rested on the deaf and the hearing

Aide! The audience needs sage and time on the mic

 

Some don’t use knives

For sentences served

Cut off by the bar

They kill speech with preju-dish

Too hard to digest for their semi-colons.

And unsatisfied appetite

Understanding dies

When you’re cut off mid sentence.

With works scythed conversation is a dead sentence

In a Coma

Splice