What Happened To Cody Hahn, Part Ii
...It came two weeks later when Bud Biandi,
got his throat slashed in his garage.
He’d directed Cody in four hit films,
and made him part of his entourage,
but complaints against him had been lodged,
that like Sidelton, he could be handsy,
rumor said he made young actors antsy.
And now the media begins to circle,
looking for their next feeding frenzy,
content to ignore the entire affair
when it was not online and trending,
they’re not looking for happy endings.
They would shed no tears for whoever was next,
this murdered isn’t after their necks.
And now on television and online,
a washed-up actor is outpouring,
telling how he once worked with Cody,
and heard stories of touching abhorrent,
it all spills out in a torrent.
All these tales of ancient wrongs,
can they never let bygones be bygone?
These people will never understand
how things work in Hollywood.
They won’t understand how things are,
they just cling to old concepts, like ‘good,’
prattling on about 'should-nots' and 'shoulds.'
They just don’t see that really living life
means sometimes pushing beyond wrong and right.
Sidelton, Biandi, and I did nothing
particularly unusual on our sets,
And Cody said nothing, in fact I think
he was glad to be part of it,
eager for the roles he would get.
Was it really such a high price to pay,
for him to have such success at a young age?
Besides, who cares so many years on
if stuffy legislators say that it’s ‘rape,’
Even if some think we crossed a line,
it does not justify this cruel rampage,
Killing for justice is not the way—
Hold up, I heard something down below,
I think somebody just smashed my window…
What the…Cody?!
How?! I mean you—I though you were—
Wait, no! Hold on! Stop! No, NO—
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017
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