In the mirror he practices all his lines
To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads "the man hangs", but the jury doesn't
He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked on one to six the gallery is hushed,
boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado,
the city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know,
hang on a rope or bated breath,
whichever you prefer
THE UNITED STATES VS DISBELIEF
MOTHERS CAST TEARS ON BOTH SIDES OF THE
A A A AISLE