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…