O.J. TRIAL STATEMENTS -- POEM


I did not kill my lovely wife.
I did not slash her with a knife.
I did not bonk her on the head.
I did not know that she was dead.

I stayed at home that fateful night.
I took a cab, then took a flight.
The bag I had was just for me.
My bag! My bag! Hey, leave it be.

When I came home I had A gash.
My hand was cut from broken glass.
A broken glass did cause that gash.
I have nothing, nothing to hide.

My friend, he took me for a ride.
Did you take this person's life?
Did you do it with a knife?
I did not do it with a knife.

Did you hit her from above?
I did not hit her from above.
Did you drop this bloody glove?
I cannot even wear that glove.

I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife.
I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not anytime.

And now I'm free, I can return.
To my house for which I yearn.
And to my family whom I love.
Hey now I'm free
-- Give me back my bloody glove!


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