Loan Shark
quick to spot a wounded loser,
easy prey, so clear,
in his dry laughter a coarse, scratching
sound one can hear,
much like that coming from a badly meshed,
rusty gear,
as he prowls the darkest hours
in seedy hubs of vice
the thrill of making another kill
he can't disguise,
there in the predatory gleam
of his vicious eyes.
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