Forgive me your honor
I was hoping you might look me
in the eye and deem my faith
good
might see that I wasn’t always
the chosen son but ended up
righteous somehow at the helm
of this empire. I swear I’m not sure
how it happened
this leads to that and really
your honor I just did what he said
the only child to attend
his fifth wedding. Oh god
oh your honor
I thought you might
understand all this
might see how heavy
the weight / how intense
the pressure / might shrug
at the truth bent
like so many people do
because listen:
I was shaped at the feet
of the kingpin and who can
blame me for wanting
to sit on the throne?
Mr. Gorman
your 96 pages have damned me
when that crown falls
to a life spent lonelier,
siloed as a traitor to the bloodline
tail tucked
bluff called
cards turned up.