Jury Duty
How dare I excuse myself
misuse myself
in the midst of my civic duty?
Yes, he fits the stereotype.
I see the man is bobbing his head
to the answers of the selection
for which he favors.
No, I do not wish to be here
in this hard wooden bench.
Excuses flood my mind;
Be opinionated.
Finally when I am in
the seat
the questions arise and I realize.
I have been here. I have been here.
This man, I know.
An accident for which my mother
endures pain every day.
Committed by this man.
No, sir, I am not fit.
As I cry in the question seat.
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