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You're free and everyone will get to see
You're freed by crimes, protected by your skill,
The future's bright so let's forget the flea
Of what you've done - your insides will grow ill.
"His future's bright," they say again, again,
No soothing ear to the family scarred by him,
"Your sin has won," so says the court of men,
And yet that girl remembers you in the dim.
He's blood, I know, but don't defend his rape:
With cock and booze behind the dumpster slew,
Not smiling with your mugshot now you ape;
It's pieces now, just pieces needing glue.
You're free to swim, but not to me, you jock,
With force I'd dash your skull upon a rock.

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