R v Cort

No, no, you see
it wasn't kidnapping per se.
He stopped at bus stops where women -
no, listen. He stopped at bus stops
and told the women there
that the buses had run dry.
No more that day. Made it appear
that a lift in his car
was the best option for the work commute,
The gym hop, shopping.
And some got in. Well,
Some might say they deserved
all they got. In which case -
look, listen. This isn't some lurid build-up
to a rape/slash/dump goretale.
The odd one baulked before the engine had revved,
wanted out - some rabbit reaction -
neck hairs erect.
Warning tales
of a young Debbie Harry hitching. The creepy guy
who picked her up, her wariness
making her scramble
from Ted Bundy's car:
ragged, breathless, hotly alive.
Back to our friend.
Those that got in, well he took them
to their destination, let them out
without so much as an improper look.
The ones that freaked, sensed oddness, asked to go
like polite schoolgirls,
well he let them. No fuss.
Out and away, unharmed, confused.
He was caught by police,
this lone taxi,
days later. Charged
with kidnapping. The buses
had been running all day
like salmon through the streets,
like magic safe deposit boxes.