Did he do it --
For love
Did he do it --
For money
Did his ideology --
Flip as switches
In his miswired --
Asylum mind
We'll never know
We'll never know
What stood --
As the maxim
What flickered --
As the minimum
Within his --
Asylum mind.
What we know --
We'll always know
Rises are skyward --
Filigree
Of stalkadillodom --
Went wrong
Over stalking disorders --
And victims' rights
Which lumber forward --
In backwards motions
Regressive interventions
"Blaming the victim"
As the maxim --
To that minimum
In times tides.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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