Shero Sinead O'Connor said it,
all the evils of the World
grow up with battered children
whose grim parents deny credit
for teaching the bad news,
but secretly brew and swirl
in their punitive virtue cauldron
mounting evidence of sinful debit,
their public eye for legal prey
awaiting the telltale clues
of teenage criminal habit
they instigate every day.

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