A famous soothsayer of our time Once took me by surprise Told me beware of this true demise:
Apathy, is the worst of crime.
So I asked him a bit impatiently: "What's the big deal? Who are you supposed to be?" To which he responded rather gently: "The oasis of your soul you see."
Then he told me this crazy story Of a lass and her voice so deafening Now the neighbors knew the shouting Yet they didn't care much for sweet ole' Kitty
"Oh Help me, My God! He stabbed Me!"
From her wounds She did bleed A disgruntled fellow yells: "Leave her be!"
So the awful **** Mosley Does indeed stumble and flee Yet this putrid man, so sickly Was ambitious like the bumble bee
So return he did for his pollen And sweet nectar to teem Poor little Kitty has fallen Intervention was too far and between
So maybe you understand the tale? A horrid display of humane efficacy The Monster reaps on skin so pale While the Hero sits and watches TV
This poem is in reference to the ****** of Kitty Genovese.