Corruption

His words hung,
In the air like fog;
Everyone know they were there,
But their meaning was unclear.

The philosophical man,
Manipulating the minds of the weak.
Everyone knew he was strange.
Still his hidden agenda went unseen.

Unable to stop,
Soaking in the words.
Poison. An addiction.
Physical. Mental.

I knew I was innocent,
So did the judge;
But the law didn't.
5 years 1825 days.

Granted I'm no angel,
With my bad girl reputation.
I may be mean,
But I'm not cruel.

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