Indicted + 

Dear Bruner, once we had a little talk + 

(That is to say, ’twas I did all the talking) + 

About the manner of your moral walk: + 

How devious the trail you made in stalking, + 

On level ground, your law-protected game⁠— + 

“Another’s Dollar” is, I think, its name. + 

Your crooked course more recently is not + 

So blamable; for, truly, you have stumbled + 

On evil days; and ’tis your luckless lot + 

To traverse spaces (with a spirit humbled, + 

Contrite, dejected and divinely sad) + 

Where, ’tis confessed, the walking’s mighty bad. + 

Jordan, the song says, is a road (I thought + 

It was a river) that is hard to travel; + 

And Dublin, if you’d find it, must be sought + 

Along a highway with more rocks than gravel. + 

In difficulty neither can compete + 

With that wherein you navigate your feet. + 

As once George Gorham said of Pixley, so + 

I say of you: “The prison yawns before you, + 

The turnkey stalks behind!” Now will you go? + 

Or lag, and let that functionary floor you? + 

To change the metaphor⁠—you seem to be + 

Between Judge Wallace and the deep, deep sea! + 