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In recent news I looked upon
a stock picture of Gene Sidelton,
one of Hollywood’s greatest producers,
he was found lying in his kitchen,
murdered with great vindication.
A knife was plunged into his eye
and used to stab him twenty times.

It shocked the whole of the biz,
this tragic and senseless loss.
Gene had always wowed the folks,
and brought films in under cost,
an efficient, if challenging, boss.
What could have justified such a wrong?
Said a note as the scene,”Ask Cody Hahn.”

This puzzled me most when I heard,
Cody Hahn had been a child star.
He’d had a string of hits back when,
people all said that he’d go far,
but then he grew too fond of bars,
and drugs too, in his late teens,
he’d become a wreck, a shattered dream.

But Cody could not have done the deed,
he’d been dead two years to the day.
He’d gotten drunk and plunged his Porche
right off of the Pacific Highway,
his body washed out into the bay.
But I feared it all tied to what Cody accused
in that infamous, primetime interview.

See when Cody was thirty he had
spoken up about Hollywood molestation,
About pedophiles running the industry,
and the pleasure for him that they’d taken,
aquite serious accusation.
But the town had dismissed it as vanity talk,
no actions were taken, and people walked.

Sidelton had casted Hahn in five films,
so the connection was easy to draw.
But it was entirely circumstantial,
not enough to go on, said the law,
any court case would be fatally flawed.
If somebody was striking in Cody’s memory
more of a connection would have to be seen...

CONCLUDES IN PART II.

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