George and O.J. a Twisted Tale

Trayvon, Trayvon, you poor, poor man,

For Zimmerman shkebabed you like a lam,

The courts have failed you,

And now those wicked women are profiting off your loss in plain view,

As you lay dead in your rotting coffin that never should existed this early in your life,

Those women on the judging panel are just as guilty as your killer's wife, 

They let Zimmerman go,

Even though they knew he was your foe,  

To date, everyone knows he is guilty,

And even afterwards the jury felt silty,

Zimmerman and O.J. have a lot in common,

As they are friends with a lawman,

O.J. found his way to jail, 

Just like O.J. who knows if George will be able to make bail.  

 

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