I Cannot Move It, Will You: ..: Judge Poem by James McLain

Unrung bell difficult trial
awaits a stone in sleep.
Hammered chip an OSHA
strung the harp was this a
promise truth to hold by
you to me unfolds untruth.
Bells that ring this song
some truth in you was told.
Of she with you I tried to
speak a finger treat you
flicked
me as a lowly fly by you
perceived
of this could I be wrong..?
Lawyer ed wise Lawyered wrong
cloudy smoke upon my soul
was cast a moral wrong.
Strong in song can you wear
those shoes so easily flown
from lips to hide your own.
More than breath of life I breath
in she you took a grain of sand
a pearl I think she better be no
joy in Jill who cracked Jacks crown.