The warring mob bosses speak with murderous necessity about “my enemy made me do it.” A ledged human freedom is disappeared. An even more assure bet is that the mob bosses are, oddly, never out of whack. So, if you are feeling an excess of whacked…
Oddly, Never Out of Whack
Dead enemies in your wake
Dead enemies in your sleep
You might just
Think to celebrate
As laud as you want
Your supplicated preys
Your decimate
Your faux
Lies dead
On a rival
All the same
The lyin’ roars
All that is human
Shield
