Interlocutor

Passed the judges courtroom doors

The interrogation soared with doom at war

The defendant loon was the the interlocutor

It was more questions onto him as the pyro

The esquire, inquired onto

The boy with a grin

The boy was under fire

How the legal one who harpooned was hired

We all knew the boy’s pedigree

How his family tree were all public enemies

Finally the court thought they could lock

Him up with it’s strong hegemony

“Can I refresh your memory!”

The esquire examined him, the stakes were dire

For finally the perspired expired pilot, with the son of sam’s eye’s lit,

Finally they could from the public life for x amount of years retire

-        Avalon Dakota

-        11-24-24

-        10:24am

Interlocutor