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Scott Jennings was a Sleazy Second-Rate - Sonnet Seventy-Four
Scott Jennings was a sleazy second-rate,
Produced D-movies, owned a flashy car.
He trolled the cattle-calls, he’d lay in wait,
To find the ones who only saw the stars.
The Desert Girl must have been one of these,
A wanna-be convinced by Scotty’s lines.
Forensics said the killer washed her clean,
With latex traces, bruise and wounds defined.
But like them all, seems Scotty made mistakes.
The rubber tore and left me with his name.
It led to Burbank, Scotty on the make,
The girl, sixteen, he swears he’s not to blame.
The coy-otes that patrol the Acton dark,
Will tear poor Scott, now bound and cut, apart.
Produced D-movies, owned a flashy car.
He trolled the cattle-calls, he’d lay in wait,
To find the ones who only saw the stars.
The Desert Girl must have been one of these,
A wanna-be convinced by Scotty’s lines.
Forensics said the killer washed her clean,
With latex traces, bruise and wounds defined.
But like them all, seems Scotty made mistakes.
The rubber tore and left me with his name.
It led to Burbank, Scotty on the make,
The girl, sixteen, he swears he’s not to blame.
The coy-otes that patrol the Acton dark,
Will tear poor Scott, now bound and cut, apart.
Published 21st Jul 2019
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