You're lips drip of liquor

as you spit hard boiled rhythms

since you're the madder

and all you hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG

but that's good

because you're on the throne of

the wounded and the dead

at least that's what you said to little billy

on the corner store near lily's

which left tongues flickering

but that's good

because they call you

*Mister