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LIPSTICK - - - - Inspired by MysteriousLady
She brought him before the court in her mind
She would be judge, jury and of course executioner
Her court, Australian, a kangaroo court – jumps
To conclusions and assumptions of obvious guilt
She has already decided the defendants’ guilt
He would get scant regard, and little time to
Muster any kind of argument in his defence
Technically he should be fearful of sentence
His guilt was a forgone conclusion
Still wearing her wig she brought down the gavel
The gavel of her tightly formed angry fist
“Bring the guilty bastard in.”
He came in, his guilty head hanging in shame
“In two weeks five phone calls to Sylvia at the perfume shop.”
He nodded yes, knowing she’d checked hi I-phone
“In two weeks, fifteen text messages of filth.”
He nodded yes, knowing she’d checked hi I-phone
“In two weeks, photos sent of her tits and your dick.”
He nodded yes, knowing she’d checked hi I-phone
“And now this – lipstick on your collar and boxer shorts.”
He shook his head in the negative despite the laundry
“There is a whore’s red lipstick on your collar, is their not?”
“There is a whore’s red lipstick on your boxers, is their not?”
He shook his head in the negative despite the laundry
“Come on I have you banged to rights, you’re male, and you’re guilty,”
“I admit the I-Phone stuff, of that I am indeed guilty,
But the lipstick is not lipstick; it’s blood. She would not give me sex
So I took it and stabbed her to death in the process
Sylvia is no more.”
He pulled a blood stained knife from his jacket
“Who’s the executioner now?”
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