Justice Done, In The End.
White-knuckled and gripping his well-worn walker
Stands the feared and infamous Hollywood stalker,
His attorneys trust this prop he theatrically clutches
Will elicit a sorry response in all it innocently touches.
When Harvey hears his hefty sentence
Does he hang his heavy head in repentance?
His lawyers disappointment they cannot conceal,
They definitely foresee a long and comprehensive appeal.
Harvey clutches at his chest as the pains start
Can’t his accusers and victims have a little heart?
So Harvey’s off to Hospital, put on observation and a drip
In the tender mercies of a cold-hearted nurse with an icy grip.
While the Judge adjourns for a well-deserved lunch
Harvey’s legal team swiftly get their briefs in a bunch,
Of Harvey’s innocence none harbour one ounce of doubt,
Honor bound to fight tirelessly on- until his riches run out.
Lying, crying, white knuckles gripping the gurney,
Wishing he had taken the Go-straight-to-Jail journey,
Suffering the indignity of those infernal hospital robes
Cursing as his smiling heavy-handed nurse internally probes.