The Sex Molester
so it started with a hug
and we who were innocent then
took the hug as nothing but a hug
we do not remain that
stupid enough not to feel the dirt inside the hearts
of sex molesters.
so the next time you hug me,
prepare your face
i have fists.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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