They enter my home,
Cheap suits, bad cologne.
We talk, endlessly
Needing to break for water,
Laughter and short jokes
But the tone never truly shifts.
I hand them the keys
So they can open the doors
Chat histories explored,
Timelines secured,
Screenshots validated
They ask me if I feel threatened,
I protest that while I do the focus should remain on kids
They offer information not yet known,
I take in the aroma of such sweet tea
And drink it down with a knowing nod.
They show me things not yet seen,
And I confirm the rhetoric used to abuse this barely teen.
They thank me for my time,
And I am greeted by another offensive word
Of cheap cologne.
The walls get smaller for a predator
When they become the prey
You can fool yourself into finding Jesus
But the law won't let you get away if you pray
The walls close in on a cyber-stalker
See the news has broken all over the place,
And you took the liberty to threaten me while they were over the shoulder
How do you feel knowing that it's almost over?
The walls are closing in
And the arms are breaking through,
Soon you'll smell the scent of cheap perfume and cologne
And once the dark shadows rip you from your skin
Know that the monster you chase is the one in the mirror
If truly sober, homer, d'oh yourself while tyring to see clearer.
The wheels of justice move slowly.
kisss kiss, the truth has been released, the suited g-men have taken what they need, they are moving onto the next interviewee. Ah the things i KNOW, the things i could say, but why give away spoilers? Its better this way