Just like the cat, the *advertiser censored* keeps coming back:
A good man is dead. His murderess in the courtroom.
She preens herself, dressed in her Pollyanna costume.
Her team spews ugliness, their truths from imaginary places
From her sick invented memories and witnesses hidden faces.
When truths are revealed, exploding and liberated from the lies
Her pollyana costume reveals the evil behind her disguise.
Her team is relentless, regurgitating the hideous, the gross and the vile.
Across her lifeless face appears a spiteful, satisfied I told you so smile.
As their lies are debunked, their stories implausible to digest
The defense team rallies, slinging vile is when theyre at their best.
The accusations get more gratuitous, meant to disgust and inflame.
Murdering this man is not enough. They must destroy his name.
All this happens in a courtroom, where to truth each one is sworn.
But when they have no truths , the defense resorts to *advertiser censored*.
After denigrating the victim with lies of abuse, violence, and control,
The team hits their stride, with their extensive obsession with holes.
Their so called experts extol the murderers grace, her silent scorn
In reaction to her partners, (the victims), adoration of child *advertiser censored*.
How she violently, yet quietly, reacts to illicit graphics that he views.
How he reacts to her intrusion with beatings, each time a new bruise.
How he chokes her out, spins her around, and takes her from behind
Hits, screams, threatens, to which she became meekly resigned.
Again and again no evidence, no proof, abuse lies are getting worn.
But what they believe they can prove, is his predilection to *advertiser censored*.
The computers are searched, nameless witnesses cite their proof.
How unbelievable these expert witnesses, their names and jobs a spoof!
But proof they have, truckloads of *advertiser censored* and videos they maintain,
Viewed by this man, whose name is said with rude disdain.
But the truckloads full of *advertiser censored*, all this indisputable proof
Disappears with a whimper after real experts expose each expert doof.
No *advertiser censored* pics of children, no sites where theyre viewed,
No photo exhibits to shock the jury with the crude and the lewd.
The angry murderer scribbles her wrath in her book,
Passes it to her attorney and demands they continue to look!
*advertiser censored* WILL be found, if not children then adults
They vehemently agree, promising lots of *advertiser censored* results.
The trial goes on, the message of stalking, obsession and murder get lost
As the slime trail grows deeper with every line the defense crossed.
The murderers life was obsession, she was fixated and driven
He wasnt going to get away, not after all she had given.
The story is one of murder, with evidence and confession.
The facts were against her, clearly driven by hate and obsession
She viciously murdered her victim, as was her intention that day.
Death wasnt enough, his reputation also she must slay.
Her defenses have changed, mental illness her newest invented theme
Along with abuse, control, violence, and of course the *advertiser censored* scheme!
It reminds of the childs song, about a cat who kept coming back:|
But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back, it just couldnt stay away.
In this trial, its:
The *advertiser censored* came back, the very next day
The *advertiser censored* came back, every single day
The *advertiser censored* came back even when explained away
But the *advertiser censored* comes back
.it just cant stay away