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A soiled foul foil, this dirty 'blade'
A truthless slithering renegade
A ruthless spineless conniving man

No of him, I was never a fan. 

I saw him through the many years
I turned the T V channels over 
I said he is not as he appears. 

No I was not taken; I was not had. 

I saw through his false charms
I noted the bracelets on his arms
I detested his rose coloured spec's

No I knew. I saw, the trap he set.

I had visions of him seanceing
I saw he spoke with dark spirits
I knew him; as wholly unclean.

No others scoffed he is so good

I said see; his style itself it is a lie
He is dressed as if he is 25. 
I pointed ‘its a ploy for the young’

‘No’ others said, ‘but its harmless fun'

I am so sad for his victims of crime
I am glad though they are known
I am hoping for better all the time.

Yes call him evil for it’s the truth
Yes he was such a twisted brute
Yes an abuser; yes he was a fiend. 

But to give him a good name
Could it be done?
In the light of what we've seen?

Your answer is in a winsome word
Child nurturer even carer protector
Oh yes you have rightly so heard. 

       (Paedophile deciphered) 

       It means all those things. 

I ask you is it more fitting to ascribe
This description to a goodly king?

Yet for a lowly slinking brute, 
this gutter-scum of men, 
to name him so it makes me puke. 

He'd place the odd blackball
I'd say
To bar ‘unworthy' men, back in his
Day.
I bet he loved those black tie do's
A charity 'thing' in glistening shoes.

The cash the power the contacts
Grand 
He was called a just and upright man.
Yet lucifer led 'sir jim' right then
He was within the grasp of his hand.

©Joe Maverick 17-2-2018

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