Statistics Poem by Tom Billsborough

One day, two types came to my door.
Explained that, unlike in days of yore,
Crime was rife and it was getting worse.
Hang on a mo. I replied in verse,
Thinking of Genesis (leaving Incest aside
Guess they'd no choice or the race would have died.)
I counted them out (like Noah) in pairs,
Adam and Eve were there
And their sons, Cain and Abel.
Yes, four of those guys in the fable.
Of which one was a murderer,
I make that one in four.
Holy Cow!
You say it's worse than that right now!
It's time I disappeared.
They too and they never reappeared.