WALK THE DOG

 

Walk The Dog

Oh, Kouri, you literary queen,

Penning tales from your cell so serene,

A novel, you say, a masterpiece grand,

While the world sees a noose in your hand.  

"Walk the Dog," the title so sly,

A code for your kin to tell lies,

But no, it's fiction, a story so bold,

Of Mexican prisons and secrets untold.  

How clever you are, with your quill and your wit,

Crafting alibis while others just sit,

In their cells, resigned to their fate,

But you, oh Kouri, you elevate.  

A children’s book author, now a thriller scribe,

From grief to deceit, what a glorious vibe,

Your husband’s gone, but your muse remains,

In fentanyl cocktails and literary games.  

The state sees through your veiled disguise,

Your "novel" is just a thin disguise,

For tampering, scheming, a desperate plea,

To twist the truth and set yourself free.  

But oh, the irony, so rich and so thick,

A writer of grief, now a convict so slick,

Your pen mightier than the sword, they say,

But in court, it’s your guilt on display.  

So walk the dog, walk it far and wide,

But remember, dear Kouri, you’re still inside,

Your words won’t save you, your story won’t fly,

When justice comes knocking, you’ll wonder why  

You didn’t just confess, instead of this farce,

A novel so flimsy, it falls apart.