11-04-2025, 07:51 AM
In a former life he sold
paint by the kilolitre,
and in his spare time rolled
out verse in variable metre.
In town after dreary town,
with heat and dust for tea,
he nailed the recipe down
of non-attached equanimity
to the tee.
Man does not live by bread,
but the blood of man instead.
And so began his spree
(as the herd wound o’er the lee)
of cannibalism. A cowl
worn at the hour of the owl
with matching brogues to boot
rogue mafiosi in suits
he stalks with impunity.
Anything was better, he said,
than selling paint with a lead
recipe.
So if you’re a dastardly crim,
beware this man, fear him.
For though not Mano a Mano,
he took out Tony Soprano.
He’s grim.
paint by the kilolitre,
and in his spare time rolled
out verse in variable metre.
In town after dreary town,
with heat and dust for tea,
he nailed the recipe down
of non-attached equanimity
to the tee.
Man does not live by bread,
but the blood of man instead.
And so began his spree
(as the herd wound o’er the lee)
of cannibalism. A cowl
worn at the hour of the owl
with matching brogues to boot
rogue mafiosi in suits
he stalks with impunity.
Anything was better, he said,
than selling paint with a lead
recipe.
So if you’re a dastardly crim,
beware this man, fear him.
For though not Mano a Mano,
he took out Tony Soprano.
He’s grim.