John Thorkild Ellison
A Pillar Of Society - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
You're afraid of sinners, but please don't panic,
This guy's so wholesome he's almost organic!
He goes to church, has a steady job,
Stands out a mile from the common mob,
He'd never consider a dodgy deal,
Anything underhand would NOT appeal
To him, he's as straight as a die,
Salt of the earth, the old school tie
Is a symbol of his quality,
He's thoroughly honest and seems to be
The sort of man you could always trust,
Sound in his judgement and utterly just.
How shocked I was when this upright male
Was suddenly locked up in jail!
It seems he had an unspeakable vice,
I can hardly tell you - it isn't nice!
He collected pictures of underage boys,
When it hits the papers there'll be a hell of a noise! !
It goes to show that a person's face
Can deceive us all, show not a trace
Of the inner sickness, the awful disgrace
That's hidden in that secret place
Where savage instincts tear apart
That temple of enigma, the human heart.
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