Made Plain
It seems to be
That the Japanese
Were lead astray about me
For what I had offered
Of Aboriginal Geisha type knowledge
Was supposed before I had time
To fully furnish the knowledge on offer
And was accepted as
The falsifications we made
Of analgesics to blame
For in which to protect my name
From those whom sought thus to lame
The rebel lion thus made
Of their own fame
Without real base
Their own insanity their shame
So what will it be
That you have the image of me
When with Chris or is it
A Mark who is he
That bound to the fact
Made me Babylon in pact
Or rather to see
Me with who will he yet be
Is unknown to me
But of offers are three
Not yet taken so will we
And of those yet to be
So trialled how many
Between now and the sweet
Truth that Mark Spencer’s fruit
Chris Smart to fart
The beast covered in these words will
His own start
Between the police
And the child pornographer
They sent to follow
And attempt to seduce me
Of course in permanence unsuccessfully
Yet but that police presumptions be
Causal to their own demise we see
For that they have caught but let away with real criminality
In exchange for a few small girls he entraps is
The status of police work to date
In untangling the face
Of Gold Coast brothel and pornography industry
