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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Boyscout</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He was a friend <br>of a friend. <br>A dirty undercover cop <br>that would set you up <br>and then bust your ass. <br>Selling drugs, <br>or guns, <br>or minors, <br>and then, <br>once caught, <br>for a price, <br>let you go, <br>and sell it <br>all <br>elsewhere. <br>I met him again <br>in his bar <br>doing a choke <br>kill all <br>hold <br>on a fat child <br>selling peanuts <br>He was drunk: <br>I knew <br>as he had left his gun <br>behind. Him <br>having the urge <br>and the tendency <br>to fire it <br>when drunk. <br>I didn't’t like what I saw, <br>but him being a friend, <br>of a friend <br>and a man <br>you: <br>living on the edge <br>in the gray zone <br>of the written law <br>didn't want as your enemy, <br>let it slide, <br>having sold out <br>of morals for less <br>than that, <br>like a god lay <br>or momentary oblivion. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I left at five <br>having sampled <br>and tried <br>everything <br>but the minors.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Carsten+Thomsen">Carsten Thomsen</a></strong></div>