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By: Cedric McClester It wasn’t ****** By intent Said his lawyer It was fear Of abandonment That compelled him To strike her in her head Leaving her still breathing but close to dead Abandoned by his father At an early age Though his father was a drunk It still left him enraged Like a Bengal tiger trapped in a cage After committing the grisly act He traveled 100 miles To confess in fact Confession they say Is good for the soul But the police were called Once his story was told And arrived at the scene before the body was cold Abandoned by his father At an early age Though his father was a drunk It still left him enraged Like a Bengal tiger trapped in a cage The Scarsdale ****** Was what it was called The two hailed from Yale So the public was appalled Ultimately justice was stalled He got one to twenty-five And that was all The victim’s parents were naturally galled In short order He was parolled He’s now in New Mexico From what I’m told Coordinating counseling In the mental health mold The Lord may have forgiven him But her parents are still cold Abandoned by his father At an early age Though his father was a drunk It still left him enraged Like a Bengal tiger trapped in a cage It wasn’t ****** By intent Said his lawyer It was fear Of abandonment That compelled him To strike her in her head Leaving her still breathing but close to dead Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
FEAR OF ABANDONMENT
By: Cedric McClester It wasn’t ****** By intent Said his lawyer It was fear Of abandonment That compelled him To strike her in her head Leaving her still breathing but close to dead Abandoned by his father At an early age Though his father was a drunk It still left him enraged Like a Bengal tiger trapped in a cage After committing the grisly act He traveled 100 miles To confess in fact Confession they say Is good for the soul But the police were called Once his story was told And arrived at the scene before the body was cold Abandoned by his father At an early age Though his father was a drunk It still left him enraged Like a Bengal tiger trapped in a cage The Scarsdale ****** Was what it was called The two hailed from Yale So the public was appalled Ultimately justice was stalled He got one to twenty-five And that was all The victim’s parents were naturally galled In short order He was parolled He’s now in New Mexico From what I’m told Coordinating counseling In the mental health mold The Lord may have forgiven him But her parents are still cold Abandoned by his father At an early age Though his father was a drunk It still left him enraged Like a Bengal tiger trapped in a cage It wasn’t ****** By intent Said his lawyer It was fear Of abandonment That compelled him To strike her in her head Leaving her still breathing but close to dead Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
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