The Judge, by stevenfloyd
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"THE JUDGE"
I once had my freedom,
But lost it for a crime.
The Judge said son you broke the law.
So now you will do some time.
He said son I hate to tell you this.
But this is not your lucky day.
See I am what you call a hanging Judge.
And for this you are going to Pay.
I said your Sir , I am just a traveler,
And I was just passing through your town.
When I met this Golden Angel,
And I just had to bed her down.
I said sir you are a man of Honor.
But as a man you need love to.
So from one man to another.
I did what any man would do.
He said son she is just a minor.
And you are 21.
So I am sending you to Prison,
So you may think about what you've done.
He said bailiff do your job.
Grab and cuff that man.
And when this court is over.
Escort him to the Van.
I said your Honor she is 18.
And looks like she is 23.
So what have I done wrong?
Why wont you set me free?
I said your Honor this is crazy.
And I will leave your little town.
Just take me to the highway,
And I will never come back around.
He said son you just dont get it.
So lets give it another whirl.
You know that Golden Angel?
Well thats my little GIRL!
Written by STEVEN FLOYD |
Posted: 2013-06-08 21:02:09 UTC |
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