Court

I’m not a lawyer, a judge, a member of a jury, a stenographer, or a court officer.

I’m not even watching the proceedings, but here I am.

I’m not on trial, and I can’t even tell you exactly what has happened so far.

I am completely lost.

Verdict is my only interest, better suited to sentencing than deliberation.

The oath I’ve taken, taken sincerely, taken seriously, contradicts the message that is scrawled across my facing forward best foot and therefore can be interpreted as faken.

It reads, “FRAUDULENT”.

Somehow I feel I belong, and don’t feel compelled to leave.

Let the gavel drop.