Turnaround Is Fair Play

The maniacal genius, with crimes, his intent Used for a weapon a bag of cement He threw it from, the skyscraper high Where innocents didn’t see it fall from the sky He said that the sacrifices had to be made For many a man he had to kill to be saved But what of this fool that knew not what’s true He missed everyone and he got what was due For now in a prison yard breaking the stone He’s making cement, for purpose, not his own At night in his bunk, the lights dim, a twitch He new what was coming as he became someone’s… Payback is one too…