The ocean was as ebony as it had ever been
The moon was ashamed of the situation, so she turned her back
He dragged the seventy-eight-pound bundle to the edge.
A child’s hand flopped out. He quickly looked around, to see if there were watchers.
Putting the heavy bundle into the stolen boat was a chore.
He cursed himself for choosing such an old victim.
Four was usually his limit; this child had been seven.
He rowed halfway to the cove and tossed the remains overboard.
She went down down down down down down down down down.
An empathetic cyber squid followed the progress
Gladly retrieving a glowing sucker
The one he had used to lure the child
The Pope came to Eire
And found millions there
But they did not care
For priests anywhere
He dealt with the nuns
And all of the puns
Regarding bare buns
And Irish squirt guns
But what of "The Church"
And those who besmirch
The rap of a birch
For those in the lurch?
The Pope says, "We're fine
And now toe the line
To forgive is divine…"
God damn filthy swine!
Pedophile On Trial
Tongue had tried to talk about a pedophile,
What happened when he appeared on trial;
Be careful of;
Never do love;
Ended up in office and him they did beguile.
Sounds like more of rearing Roy Moore.
Jim Horn
Pedophile
On the prowl
Waiting for his next victim
Silent and foul
Perversions
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
It's written throught the ages
A generation to stick with
It's my job to commit this revenge
I'll come to this door shining the blade
Shining the blade
Now the weapon of choice will do no harm
For my arms are around the neck feeling the sqeeze, I'll play
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