As a farmhand I had
No aversion to killing
But to murder a man in cold blood
Was something entirely different

One dawn, one spring
One man came to me
Out of tire screech of a black MG

Dark clad, upright, emaciated, lips curved
He said, "My friend, would you like to make some cash tonight?"

"Some people really are awful", he said "This you can't deny"
"Some people are as useless as lids on a fish's eyes"
No pistols, no blades, strangulation was how it had to be
He could depend on the strength of a man of manual labor
The perfect idiot for his need

Persuasion wise, he had a real gift
Temptation had me by the balls
He sold me a dream, and I fell in
For no reason except I'm a fool

To sign away eternity with one stroke
A blind greedy hoax, the joke of all jokes

I'll tell you for free
It wasn't like a pig's squeal
Job done, no word from anyone

I scoured the pool halls, the strip bars, and casinos
No man skinny enough to vaguely resemble my friend who said

Who said, "We'll meet at The Queen at eight
Ten grand in your pocket, don't be late"
No sign of the black clad gang man

Front page news, "Random killing
No gang affiliation, no mob justice, murder"
To see a bruised neck I wrecked, immortalized in print

A circle opened from the black and white picture
And my search for that face was complete
He climbed out the page and shed his skin, revealing the red king
This was no mafioso, this was Satan himself
True evil, the stench of an unknowable wealth
"You're coming with me son", the cries, anguish, torment
The shame, pain, heartache, suffering, futile regret

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Writer(s): Cameron Overeynder, Geordie Wade Greep, Morgann George Simpson