He calls,
words fall,
on ears that,
don't believe,
what his lips say,
and they have heard
it all, again and again and

now this.

won't give him credit,
won't say he was raised wrong,
not my call, he made that effort
gave a name and an age,
they could not trace him
to any place, he was going
to commit a kidnap crime,
unless they stop him in time.

I call him a creeper he knows his victim,
knows her face,
her age,
her place,
so the police put it out there everywhere,
after all they think he lives in New West
while my thoughts roll, could be anywhere
in the GVRD, remember they could not trace
his call.