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(Authors Note: Be advised; this poem contains some non-delicate language but
it does have fewer calories than other similar generic poems)

 
Crimes of the future wait like raw sausages
Fat fingers in the eye of justice
Blind, inevitable, they climb greasy
Time is right around the corner in a trance
Drags mud with it on the foot of truth    
Crime of the future is never new
Newspapers write about it in advance 
No one cares about facts or what happens
Crimes of the future turn in a flash
Go on like red lights that never blink
The age of garbage actions fill in what is to come
Female future crimes come on
Fall on the concrete solid sounds
Roll off the tongue in vulgar spurns
Before morning starts and skirts fall off
Naked, cursing, swearing language
Crimes of the future are waiting 
Crimes in the future are guaranteed
Breathing black, never look back to practice 
Perfect to the very last drop of blood
Spread on the ground like dirty butter, legs wide
Acts against nature, can’t satiate or salivate alone
With the vile tongues intentions licking
The pavement dragging with it
Bad men in disguise, with virus plagued eyes
Finger frolicking disgust against the will
Hid with the beasts in the grass, crawl silent on the lawn
Lay down the law of nature
Prey on the weak and innocent
Plant them in the grave
Throw granny and her wheel chair
Off the cliff for kicks
Push babies under buses for the fun
Acts of violence release adrenaline
Kill fear, kill innocent and all involved 
Police are secretaries jotting down funny stories
Details about how it is                              
Things must be captioned, vulgar people captured
Important to the law is that things keep tidy
In order to perfect a more perfect union in the gutter
The past has nowhere to go
It is the last place to look for good
Or find refinement of the human kind 
Legal matters are the repetition of what has passed
Redundancies repeated in the courts as ancient history
It carries trust and truth like water on the wind
But no solution…only facts mixed with rain and air
Courts know nothing of the present 
Evaporating evidence before them
They and the future wait for crime 
Towed, hauled in from the past like trash
The future has advantages when you are evil
Justice walks two steps behind
No one is wrong and nothing is new
Bad things are a certainty
When crimes come before their time     
Evil can’t wait to feel the disease inside
Passed on as a contagion
Generations open wide with open arms
As crime defines
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