Is corruption the real master of us all? Are we in Denial?The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

The young man found himself on a collision course

at that moment he did not realise he would die

involved in drugs he stole from kith and kin

then on the streets selling without remorse

arrested by the cops his guilt he couldn’t deny

neither did he care with a cold heart and so sly!

Thinking of  himself  he was so rough and tough

not innocent mocking the law from within

knowing he had been here several times before

the female detective looked nice but spoke gruff

drawn to her he listened with an inner grin

but had that strong urge he wanted to score!

After hours of questions and a good rapport

they persuaded him to wear a hidden wire

in exchange for a lighter sentence they said

he was just keen then to get out of the door

it did not click it was playing with a raging fire

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