Beneath the belts he swelled the lumps;
beneath the belts he felt the tools.
First squeezes and then hand pumps
of innocent kids in the school.
On little fellas. . .got the jump
and with them he had his way.
Strokings, then bonings
in the rump.
Later, big “loans” he’d have to pay.

Lecher sleaze in gym,
then fear wrought
It was the gym
where lust for hims
was running high.
Molester guy.
The fear wrought was in the gym
Butts hit in gym by lecher guy
fat lecher guy.

Low fellow, fellow. . .
a spear prod was in the gym
devoid of quim; it was small guys
that were his prize.

After a while,
he laundered wealth, the plan:
keep quiet what he’d done before.
He tried to pay with stealth the man
who was a kid when the coach scored.
Statues now render moot those things,
but for the payoff crime he’ll pay.
Not for the strokings
and bonings he did yesterday.

Lecher sleaze in gym
bought near off,
but old his gym
thing haunted him;
gold couldn’t buy
silence—nice try!
His spear brought up in the gym—
butts hit in gym by lecher guy,
fat lecher guy.

Low fellow, fellow. . .
his spear prods came to haunt him;
he should be in with prison guys—
a just assize.