You’re nicked.

You’re nicked.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Was the long
arm of the law
no more than
the length
of the crime?
Imagine getting
a nickel for
every dime?
It’s double of nothing!
At the end
of the rainbow
did you enjoy the highs?
Play with the colours?
Entertain the show?
It was your ride,
but you never did find
that pot of gold.
Only a path
to partake in
until you got old.
And the punishment
for any crime was time,
idle or not.


© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 25, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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