The Murder of the Mimes

With painted face and silent smiles they light the night so dim, Oblivious to their stalker and his diabolic whim. They'd come to sunny Florida to flee Maine's winter snow And play their silent pantomimes on sidewalks as they go. But the analyst has programs and experiments to run; Methodic’ly he thus connects the silencer and gun. Onlookers claim the analyst did murder them that night, Then calmly pulled his pencil out, his test's results to write. But as for wherefores and the whys, when asked of him a reason, If these are not fair game, he cries, Why call this 'Tourist Season'? His court appointed council does the best that he is able To win the jury's pity for this client so unstable. This man, his sobbing lawyer pleads, was brilliant as a child. He never was a vicious lad, and next to most, quite mild. Such things he pondered others wondered, if indeed they never spoke them, As, to what hue those Smurfs, now blue, would turn, were one to choke them. The lawyer then begins to quote behavior science stats Of those who make their living pulling habits out of rats. If in his heart a man resorts to rationalization A wrong might seem a right when there's sufficient provocation. As situations worsen and confusion grows with time; Seems right, when with a silencer, one shoots a silent mime. If innocent is how you find there's none 'twould you disparage, For squelching this inquiring mind would be a grave miscarriage. Those murders were experiments, not born of animosity; Performed were they to satisfy a morbid curiosity. Still the jury found him guilty and to ease his troubled brain, Ordered soon a lethal potion be injected in his vein. When asked before the gavel rapped for any final comment, The killer scratched his head as if his muddled mind to foment. Yes just one further question in this form of execution do they disinfect the needle in a sterilized solution?