A PERFECT CRIME

                                                                                   They think that they are of something unique,

                                                                                  No one ever is watching, no one sees, they think.

                                                                           They plot and they plan, not so logical, woman or man,

                                                                                      Thoughts that roam their scary, sick minds,

                                                                                They act calm and kind as they plan ones demise.

                                                                             A perfect crime of many sorts fill the criminal 

                                                                        They seem not to worried about being caught at 
The time.

                                                                      Going on with their deeds believing they will always 
Be free,

                                                                            When they plan a perfect crime, what is in their minds.

                                                                   Keith Garrett

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