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. I cut my hand on broken glass. A broken glass did cause that gash.

My friend, he took me for a ride. All through LA, from side to side. From north to south, we took a ride. But from the cops we could not hide.

My trial lasted for a year. A year! A year! Just sitting here! The DNA, the HEM, the HAW! The circus-hype the viewers saw! A year! A year! Just sitting here!

And lawyers charge by the hour I fear! If I'm found guilty, I will appeal! Appeal! Appeal! I will appeal! I'll wheedle and whine. I'll cut a deal! If it's "not guilty," so glad I'll feel!

Did you do this awful crime? Did you do this anytime?

I did not do this awful crime. I could not, would not, anytime.

Did you take this person's life? Did you do it with a knife?

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.

Did you hit her from above? Did you drop this bloody glove?

I did not hit her from above. 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. Now could you please return my glove!!

Submitted by Rich&Cherie