CLUE SPRAY

I spy
And kill
With the eyes
Of the hunted
They know me
When they see me
Coming
I catch a glimpse
In the rearview
Of the cops that can identify
The killer in me
Who I’d like to
Who I wouldn’t
Want to see dead
All that have wronged
And sinned
I’d wear the black robe
Of the white judge
And hastily
Weigh the evidence
with
Chalk-lines
And DNA


-jim hill (4-03-02)