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Thursday, October 29, 2020

A detective show, has

A detective show has to kill someone. 
Or else, 
it's a trivial exercise 
in solution of crime, 
of fraud, of theft, another 
somebody done someone wrong song, 
well. Some one, some real individual one 
(or at least fictional) has have 
to have met their, his, her 
end. To justify  

My emotional stake 
in this excellent friend 

of justice, deduction, or (sometimes)
mercy I've found. In this high-stakes character. 

But by justice mere, or compassion sheer, 
I wish they could have some 

margin to fail. But they don't. Even 
Sherlock Holmes missed, times. 

And he wasn't even real, 
but he was 
sublime. 

A show to live up, to that. 
The rest of us have 
to make livings, 
stat. 

Or shat. 

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