Deathreat Notes,

8

Giovanni de Stephanopheles sends
Deathreat Mansion the invoice for sending
the CPS to the cleaners, specifically
Satan's charladies, who all have legal degrees.
Deathreat Investments' reptilian rapsheets
for commercial sociopathy are as long as your arm,
but if it was your arm, Giovanni could take it off 
at the shoulder as it simultaneously signed 
a binding disclaimer. Evil legal eagle 
disbarred from that courthouse in the clouds,
Lucifer's own excuser, whose astucious loopwork
corruptly crochets disparate threads and yarns
into a delicately embroidered load of old rope.
The defendant, Mr. Geoffrey Lifreat Esquire, acquitted 
coz he looked genteel as a doily, courtesy
of Giovanni's barristerial blarney.
Oldbailey's like a public image pay 'n' spray
if you're rich, when you got the pockets for an oily
sophist, who'll repaint the past in warm colours,
character references paid for encrypted by computer,
paint a glowing portrait in bloodstain remover,
dim the Luminol via denial's retroactive history hoover,
once the jurors 'ave been jellybrained
by sheer weight of Giovanni's argumentativeness,
as he silverbungedly houdinifies the Croesus Kray 
whodunnit from a sinking padlocked trunk, 
labelled 'Sheer Weight Of The Evidence'.