Poem -

I'm Pretty Much Fucked

I'm Pretty Much Fucked

I'm Pretty Much Fucked
Was the first
thoughts that
came to my
mind
When I showed up
at the Police Station

My DNA
was all
over the crime
scene
My hunting rifle
was the weapon 
used 
and my fingerprints
were all over it

I certainly had 
the motive
Our relationship
was considered
rocky
at best
The fact
that I was 
on a drinking
binge
the night before
and
I blacked out
does not help
for my defense

Oh and I 
guess 
it also does
not look good
that my underwear
( which I realize now I don't have on)
was found 
right next to
her naked body

Not a good 
start for me
to explain 
in the interrogation
Room

On the other 
hand
I think
I am over 
analyzing
the situation.....

I  think
I will
waive my
Miranda Rights
I got nothing
to hide!

I am Good!
I Got this!!

A couple  of hours
later
sitting 
in a jail cell
Yeah I am Fucked!

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Nine Eleven

They let you bring your phone into the interrogation room, take a sneaky pic of the police. 

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