Mercy Under the Wire 9-7

Simple things become a crime rules twist our minds. Have you
ever held a stranger who is shuddering, weeping, so hard
standing upright is impossible? At the end of this world no loss
mother, child, sister will allow a comfort of arms, hands patting there,
there. The cost is too extravagant a violation Rule 9-7 brands the
merciful with sex act in Hollywood sign high offender letters.
Only in the fine print, font extra small, lies the truth unauthorized
physical contact. I will leave you here upon the floor, phone
clutched in your hands. A mournful dirge rising in your throat
the only instrument is the twisted wire sighing without a score.