Offender

I looked at her, she looked at Jane
we played the swing park games again.
I went there every single day
and hoped the mothers would pass my way.

I used to have a proper place -
until the cameras caught my face -
now I live in another town,
and sit in parks 'til the sun goes down.

Sometimes I take photographs
I like it if the little girls laugh.
See me waiting on my park bench,
mums turn away from imagined stench.

I liked Spielberg's film of the List,
and right at the end was truly bliss:
I loved the splash of bright carmine;
today a red dress would do me fine.

I'll move on, when the register's read,
best to do it, or end up dead.
I know there's always the internet,
but nothing beats the real thing yet.