Ode to a Perp

In shadows deep, where secrets creep,

A tale unfolds, both wild and steep.

Of government Informants, oh so sly,

With a mischievous gleam in their eye.

They claim they serve the law’s command,

As pure mischief lies beneath their hand.

Ilegally surveilling, with no remorse,

Their antics take a twisted course.

In search of targets, they deploy,

To catch their prey and give them joy.

But their methods, oh how absurd,

As they attempt to entrap, and cause a stir.

Yet even criminals, they may be,

With motives dark, their souls not free.

They seek lighter sentences, all can see,

A bargain struck, a desperate plea.

Some use their children, as a pawn,

To harass and bother daybreak to dawn.

Innocence corrupted, what a sight,

All for a gift card, worth just twenty-five.

So beware the gangstalkers in the night,

Their sneaky ways, their dubious might.

Laugh at their follies, but don't be misled,

For the path of justice must be tread.

In this comedic circus of law's decree,

May truth prevail, and justice set us free.

For in the end, it's not the gift cards they receive,

But the laughter that helps us to believe.