Did you see him,
On the highway?
Was he wasted?
Where was he going?
I can’t say,
There’s no way of knowing.
How did he look?
I suggest,
A little forsook.
Well, he must be in book.
Check forensics DNA
Is there a trace, any?
No matches found.
Perhaps he has gone to ground.
Licked his wounds.
Searching for sanctity.
A precursor to finality,
That is his psychopathy.
Sir, he won’t admit,
To stuff he hadn’t done.
But non the less,
Will face societies retribution.
He must confess.
I will deal with him as i see fit.
