One Hundred and Three Arrests
You've heard it before,
that love is the answer
but what of those
that are incapable of love.
Sniffing the throat of society
predators in the dark 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.
Surely not the poster child for "prison reform",
that they were hoping for...
One hundred and three prior arrests...
amongst them assault and sexual predation ..
His latest game,
nonchalantly punched
a ninety two year old lady(white).
Knocking her to the street...
You say love is the answer-I say not in all cases
Rabid slugs sliming society's blossom belong to none but the grave.
One hundred and three prior arrests. And counting.
a true story
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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