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Jun 2016
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.
Nicholas Kerbleski
Written by
Nicholas Kerbleski  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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