I wrote this little rhyme on August 23, 1990, the day the US attorney knocked on my door regarding the Traci Lords scandal. I later spent four months and seventeen days in federal prison.
Knock Knock, Who’s there? It’s us we’re the good guys, so you’d better beware.
We know who you are, where you live, what you’ve done. You’ve played, time to pay. The fun’s just begun.
Tell us your secrets. There’s no need to worry. You’ll get a fair trial, an honest judge and a jury.
You’re innocent? Yeah, right. We’ve heard that one before. So, prove it or lose it. You’re nothing more than a whore.
For every crime there’s a punishment. You should have known better. Justice will be done come hell or high water.
TRUST US – IT’S JUST US