Sam Three

If that’s my crime, a sentence to come, I’ll drink some wine, won’t get bitter, what passes for love, I can’t alter this, forget broken lines, that sing in my blood, it’s another life, that you tried to flip, all there to discover, is found in my grip, entwined, silence in the pub, I’ll note the time, no more quips, on a face that I scrub, I laugh at such hits, hear the clock chime, won’t be misunderstood, feel that I’m flying, give hands a little rub.