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Aug 2014
The lady was a clean freak,
good at cleaning up messes.
Whenever she spilled DNA,
it'd be an all day affair.
She would go to town,
there was no clowning around with her,
rubber gloves and bleach,
she'd spend all day
******* up fluids
like a sanitary leech.
But remember what I said,
she was good
& good is not great.
It was a single hair that got her.
She didn't get a life sentence,
she got the death penalty.
Now, she's got a date
with the executioner.
I guess it doesn't pay to be good.
If you're gonna survive
in the cruel world of crime,
you gotta strive to be great.
Otherwise, you're time
is going to run out early.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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