In Britain, they refer to 'P.C. Plod', the 'investigating law'. Over here, I don't know what they call it. I think, it's...inexorable justice! What it amounts to, is that, no matter what you do to 'fuck it, and forget it', you have broken law, both material and spiritual.
You thought, it would be easier, to inculcate EVERYONE, along with your self, that the fire would burn cooler, rather than clean your own closet, wipe your own porn, burn your own collective pizza boxes. You kept it all!
You signed on, for a place in hell, never supposing...YOU would stand in the dock, actually, while God watches you squirm! But you will. Treason has a price, and the judge was not I...but thee! For you said unto yourself, my treachery is worthy! By the way, your closet 'stinks!'
So you can look the question, right in the eye, and lie...like 'the bastard calf, at the bull', but it wont make a damn to the bull, anyway! He's gonna stomp your nuts like grapes, in the wine press of truth, as collective evidence mounts, to drown you...in the stuff!
You like 'snuff films', little children begging for their life, sex on video, sharing it on internet, everyone, a part, with your incrimination...your implication of indictment of them all, but you alone 'whispered them'...! You are the sneakiest one, but they are going down with you!
Oh, you celebrity , you...you 'television personality!' You will love this then, this 'hour of fame', forever and ever...every hidden thing, 'Alive!', on air...for all the world to blame, and you will be there, in the light of your own flame...sizzling!
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: tvdevil, by Hank Hinton
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