Dateline NBC

I wrote this poem in mind while watching a show on MSNBC
you hate your life, you're not getting enough from your spouse
you drive 200 minuets to get to this other woman’s house

you finally get there, this tiny girl greets you at the door
after she gives you a smile, you think you're going to score

you step inside, this 15 year old girl you think your getting laid
she says "come on in, I made you some cookies and lemonade!"

a gray haired man steps out of the room and gives you a blank stare
he pulled out a clipboard and says, "why don't you have a seat over there"

"so lets me ask you this, what are you doing hear"
you start to mumble and begin to shed a tear

you say, "i just wanted to talk, possibly be her friend"
"well let me read your chat log, and embarrass you instead "

"Don’t read that!"

"I want you to dress like betty page and call me Mr. Bean
Pour Dayquil on my_____, smack my ass with tangerines"

"before you go, I'm Chris Hansen with Dateline NBC
you're on to catch a predator, this will be on TV"

you know you're screwed, you know you're gong to Jail
as hes talking to you, you turn around and bail

you run past the police, like the gorilla from Congo
you head straight for your white ford bronco

you try to open the door you find that your not able
and just realize that you left your keys on the table

you learn the hard way, against the police you don't race
as soon as you turned around, you took a nightstick to the face

Now your in prison, you've been sentence for 5 years
while Chris Hansen is at home, cashing in on your tears

you learned you lesson, 15 years olds you’ll no longer scope
when your in the showers, just don’t drop the soap