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 one's demise.



  A perfect crime of many sorts, fill the criminal minds,



  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