Molester.

Frank next door died in pain,
so it was worth not moving
putting up with the neighborhood
going downhill property values declining
just to watch that bastard
waste away to nothing, cough up blood
sitting there in his front yard talking to himself
like some babbling idiot, 
to eventually having to lean on a cane
then a walker to get around.
Ending in a wheeler chair being wheeled by 
some home aide that most likely
was robbing him blind.
Well at least I’m sure that’s what he thought.
When he was able to think clear.
Between going in and out of drug induced
pain free days towards the end.

God bless cancer, when it does its job slow
and painful to someone like him.
I still remember that day you prick!
I still remember!