One Hundred and Three Arrests
You've heard it before that love is the answer.
What of those who are incapable of being loved and giving love?
The loveless sniffing the throat of society
Predators in the mist spreading their stench.
Lifting their leg on societal dreams.
Opportunists waiting for an opening.
Of which rose colored courts are providing.
With four-leaf clover revolving doors.
Gambling on our dime-with our lives.
Spinning vermin back into our throats
killing our songs time after time.
One hundred and three prior arrests for this latest pest.
Not the poster child for "prison reform, that they were hoping for...
One hundred and three prior arrests.
Including assault and sexual predation.
His latest game,
He nonchalantly punched a ninety-two-year-old white lady.
Knocking her to the street...
You say love is the answer-I say not in all cases.
Rabid slugs belong to none but the grave.
One hundred and three prior arrests. And counting.
a true story
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