'It wasn't me, ' the man he said <br />though he held the smoking gun. <br />'and he's not dead, ' the cop replied <br />'he's stopped breathing just for fun.' <br />'Who's the victim? ' asked the press <br />as they looked in through the door <br />'if I had to guess, ' the cop said back <br />'him, bleeding, but not breathing, <br />lying face down, on the floor.”<br /><br />Bill Mitton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reportage/
