In the night I awake, shaking in terror.
Reliving my arrest, and jail nightmare.

I struggle in post trauma, tears well my eyes.
Why Mr. Uecker, did you construct the lies?

A nineteen page, sworn affidavit.
Comprised of the stories you fabricated.

My character damaged by your absurd, public attack.
I am the victim, truly wronged, not able to equally fight back.

The police, the courts; accommodate just to you.
No scrutiny, no logic, oblige your yarns as true.

Respectfully, I formally wrote; my letter, an honorable request.
Maliciously and disdainfully, you pursued my arrest.

In the night, my innocence reawakes in the distress of my cries.
Why Mr. Uecker, did you construct the lies?

Not Credible