Meanwhile down south on the African isle, Oscar is getting some grief in his trial
He girlfriend has
left him, she’s gone to the grave, and now it’s his own skin he’s trying to
save
One wonders just
why he felt such a desire, to hop out of his rack, and to just open fire
Did he not notice
that she was not in his bed, or did he have evil thoughts in his head
What would I do
if in his shoes, oops, that’s a line I should not have used
But really my
friends, what was his aim, was he still in a trance, or was this all a game
If I had a gun,
first I’d turn on all the lights, then mount a challenge, “get out here and
fight”
What if I missed,
which I’m likely to do, and there was a real monster, there in my loo
But no, he let
go, and shot up the place, he even woke up his neighbours, a bloody disgrace
He did not even
stop to put on his legs, so much unknown, but this question begs
Why would a
robber hide in the john, if I was a crook, once he woke I’d be gone
He’s got a flash
lawyer, ten grand a day, but I doubt if Roux can make this go away
“Who’s in my
crapper” might be a question to ask, before moving on to his pistoling task
“Come out with
your pants up, don’t be messing around”, but no, not our Oscar, ten rounds were inbound
Will he be taking the oath and telling his story, be tough I do reckon, he cries at the gory
In the box he's fair game, ripped up limb from limb, oops there I go, I said it again
Who knows what a
jury will finally decide, will they treat him like OJ; is he South Africa’s pride
A young man who
has made such a fatal mistake, when on that night, his girl's life he did take
I have no idea
what will come at the end, but there’s a lesson his conduct to us it should
send
If you ain’t got
the legs, don’t run to face danger, it might be a loved one, not merely a
stranger
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