My List

Hawtorn is Coming to Town

I wasn’t supposed to remember
They counted on me to forget
For fifteen years, I stayed dismembered
Some, two decades, I regret

But now, my mind pulled it all
Know who did what when and where
I'm making a list and not going to stall
I'm checking that list twice, I swear

It may not be the Epstein list
Yet it's got the naughty, not the nice
More I recall, more I won't miss
When the traps snap on these mice

I'm not ready, not just yet
But when I am, best better believe
I'll get my gloves to weed the violators, bet
Burn their ashes, crimes receive

Expose all the enablers and accessories after
Disrupt careers, authorities, and systems
Shock those with truth and cracked glass laughter
Past the statutes? Cool. No whims.

Weapons? Thumb, phone, mind, and word
How? When I'm ready to expose Hawtorn
Who I really am, not just a snitching little bird
And all the list will mourn

The trial plays out in the social and the press
I've won that game before, unmoved
Your power won’t save you, no last guess
Got me once. Not again. I refuse

If it sounds like you're on the block
Then maybe it's time to make nice or drown
Get it right, make the shame walk
Before Hawtorn is coming to town