To whom I whisper against the pillow,
who I wrestle to come to terms,
pray forgive me for what I'm about to do.
Tried I have but I know not how much longer
can be restrained in this strait jacket of my own volition worn
so I won't go wrong again .
I wonder, you victims past, present and future,
if criminals like me can can ever be rehabilitated.
Granted, this is a fairy tale.
Pretty please, society, give me a break, a break of the neck, a lethal injection
or a kindly lobotomy under heavy sedation. I'm simply a desperate guy
leaning not as heavy as I could on a little Red Riding Gal.
Thus spake Wolf after the home invasion of Grandma's cottage.
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