August 10: I've been working my butt off ...

I’ve been working my butt off, and it is such a relief

For the next three days, there’s no evidence in chief

No courtroom theatrics, no witness’s lies

No Judge to stop me speaking, with her piercing sweet blue eyes

My one-week trial it has ballooned, right over to next week

It messes with my diary, and now my outlook it looks so bleak

Another trial is listed, and looms so near for me

And five days preparation will be confined to three

Identical twins, similar sins, into their sixties by now

They did things in the seventies that the law does not allow

Targeting the young, the vulnerable, the weak

For cigarettes and alcohol, foul favours they did seek

It’s such a saddening story, that will be told to all in court

I close my mind to the damage, young boys they did extort

Just street kids with no street sense, such degraded exploitation

That these men they were inflicting, way beyond my contemplation

Two trials I have, back-to-back, one brother then the other

Six-week trials, devoid of smiles, their victims they did smother

They will go down, after so many years, for these heinous crimes

And when they do, I’ll let you know, in another of these rhymes …