The Killing Kind
Yes, we all have seen your ‘fine’ role:
On someone’s head bored a hole!
Who won’t now give you a pole?
Everyone wants to be whole…
Scarcely they taste peace of mind,
Who are to bare restraint blind:
Who have sworn to be unkind;
To remain The Killing Kind...
Old western movie on that,
One’s girl wasted like a rat,
Right there in his mother’s flat;
Not wanting to eyelids bat…
Those who would fly like a bat,
Sleep in bed but it’s like a mat:
A lot eat but never fat;
Cry at someone else’s hat…
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