What Frustration Could Do

"Who had this booby trap set?" Asked the hit man quite upset But flashing a borrowed smile He could take to some one mile. Later, what seemed a child's grin, Once very rich, now as thin... It's clear Charles would some cheek slap Or a head hit or a cap: Charles' little luck with good clue Could him to a lone spot glue, Each movement a quest for proof, Still luckless just hit the roof! Certain now he'll Hill's cheeks slap, Now with zest closing their gap: What long frustration could do: Up men would begin to screw.