get ready for the court!” Well this is finally it my brain nervously thoughtShit, shower and shavethen into caged prison vanbutterflies fluttering in gutshoping that I cantake full advantageof opportunity’s coming my wayremembering the cliche“all are famous for one day”Escorted to the cellsin the Supreme Court bowelsdark, dingy and dankfull of smells so foulSlyly I slipped off tiesticking it in me pocketI had this flimsy planpiss weak but don’t knock itThey called out my nameTo get myself preparedI was bracing my institutionalised brainbeyond the realms of careThey cuffed both my wristsand led me on outI gave manatj a glanceboth were stocky and stoutUp steep wooden stairsthe manatj escorted meall thoughts in my headwere only of being freeWe sat on a hard wooden benchoutside the courtroomI was trying to shake offpremonitions of doom “Do ya’s mind if I smoke?” I asked one of the police My frayed, tangled nervesI hoped nicotine would easeThe manatj answered “No, but ya better make it quick I’m certain your name will be called in a tick”
