Lesson Learned

She was only sixteen, but she scared for arrest
She took the camera, and got caught in the act
Her friends bolted for door, and bought the guard's impact
Searching through her big purse, sorrow did not impress

Brought to the backroom for thorough questioning
Listening to story but telling her problem
That she was the one caught, an act that was solemn
Telling her a way out with a look threatening

She is guided to knees in front of burly man
His strong hand in her hair, he tells her to unzip
Pull it out and suck it, no teeth, enjoy the slip

While he puts it back in, cleaning up was her plan
Telling her she was great with sinister laughter
Please come again my dear; she never stole after.

◄ Long Live the past

Monster ►

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