Maxing My Credit

Your Honor,

seems

We showed up

on Time

Laying Down

I brought the Bail

Myself

Cause I know

There's no getting

Free Out

Like the

wrinkled Will

of the Forehead's

Knock

On Tick cover

of shredded

Concrete

Problems

in Shadow

Lined,

Conscience

Barred

in the Name

of the Almighty

Dollar

I

Co-sign,

Like a

Blank check,

that This

would Depend

maybe on That

or that That

would Depend

on This or

Some Other

Trick of mind

for Sleeping,

Fit...

Adequate

In Company

Any one of ten

I might Commit

Daily

against the

Twelve of Clock

or God forbid

Omit

in Tithing

and thus Offend

the Jury

of Public Opinion

for Not

Withholding

my Hand

or Keeping

my Tongue

or Greasing

a Squeal...

But your Honor

seems We showed up

Before Dawn

Wracking

my Brain,

and I can

say my Prayers

Honestly...

One more time