In the Meantime
I’m waiting. Watching you, watching me.
I wonder, what you’ll tell the jury
When they’re deciding your fate?
Will you even make it to trial?
I see you cowering in some dark corner
After the dirty thoughts have fled from your wild mind
Sucking on your fate, fetal style
Now that you’ve done the deed.
My scent still fresh on your lizard scales
Excitement gives way to terror
When you remember all of your mistakes
Of trace evidence
Pointing its bony finger, right at you!
Oh, but the ecstasy! Finality of it all!
You did it! You really did it!
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