BILLY'S DAYS ARE NUMBERED (I.P.)
By skinner_jennifer
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And so it was that faithful day,
Billy boy was rumbled,
came a cropper finally,
decieved knew he'd bumbled.
Every detail he thought he'd planned,
from capture to escape,
got to cocky for his own good,
he got caught for killing and rape.
It was'nt long before the cops got,
justice for his crime,
killing he forgot the police,
liked to take their time.
Many a forensic test was done,
next came D.N.A,
on order from the judge,
prison was where he'd lay.
Questions were not answered,
reporters at court would'nt budge,
samples of his saliva, from her mouth,
taken before the judge.
Until finally the jury found Billy guilty,
vacuous he stood and stared feeling very empty,
when sentenced he was condemned to death.
X-ray pictures of the girl,
youthful, young and pretty, a child so
Zealous for life she did'nt even reach thirty.
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Fantastic Jenn-it all
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You really open your poems
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Extremely well executed,
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New skinner_jennifer H!
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I missed this one, Jenny.
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