So said the man.

The perfect murder

Even when he is in chains

Still he chants

“The perfect murder”

His boy asks the man

How, when bars block the moon

The man smiles, tears beneath his brow

“Never will that Bob touch another girl or boy”

“The perfect murder”

Chanted outside the court of law

“Not guilty”

Cheers erupt amongst the masses

Tears in his eyes, finished with loathe

Cries offered, now the man mourns