Top of the heap?

Purcy Poems

I heard the footsteps as they came across the road; The snap of hurried feet outside the house. Shapes in the moonlight, a voice in the darkness, A knock at the door, I heard the dogs barking. The bleating of the flock, The chatter of the birds amongst the trees, I recall the whisper of the morning breeze; Hyphening the broken silence as two boys stole about the house; It was midnight in August 99. Two sparks set out to chase the bang! Bang! ~ set them running. I cut them down; I cut them down! I heard the sirens as the cops sped off the road; The squeal of hurried wheels outside the house. shapes in the moonlight, a voice in the darkness, A knock at the door, I heard the dogs barking. The bleating of the flock, The chatter of the birds amongst the trees, I recall the whisper of the morning breeze; Hyphening the broken silence as two cops stole about the house; It was midnight in August 99. Two cops set out to chase the bang; Bang! I put my hands up and the cops took me down! Judge I’m guilty, it’s true for everything they said I did; I did! But there were reasons, don’t you see: These boys; they were bullying me! I called the cops on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, came round again; still no one came; drove me insane; Two sparks set out to chase the bang! Bang set them running; I cut them down! Two cops set out to chase the bang! Bang! Yes, I put my hands up! and the cops took me down! But Mr Wolf gave me twenty, and the circus came to town; for as a victim I was lonely; but as a killer; as a killer; I was crowned. Newsworthy, top of the heap, the talk of the town!