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Stress sneaked up on me Like a ninja out of the blues Like a saxophone player Weaving an intricate melody To my internal noir monologue Like a tax collector striking at night Or a deadly case of the Creditors flu Like a group of cut-throat dames Like fog in the rain Like a secretary named Velema. Stress sneaked up on me When the detective came a-knocking. He wanted his cigarette back. I told him I didn't have it Then the ****** walked in Quick-finger Teddy Butcher Saint Merry Leg-breaker Lenny Mobster Ricco Snake Bently And Marcini of the incredibly gifted hands Too. Lead makes a different sound when fired Glass shatters into tinkling tear drops Like the heavens weeping. Plaster breaks. Stress sneaked up on me Like a kiss goodbye... It's all Smoke through the city...
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
Smoke through the city
Stress sneaked up on me Like a ninja out of the blues Like a saxophone player Weaving an intricate melody To my internal noir monologue Like a tax collector striking at night Or a deadly case of the Creditors flu Like a group of cut-throat dames Like fog in the rain Like a secretary named Velema. Stress sneaked up on me When the detective came a-knocking. He wanted his cigarette back. I told him I didn't have it Then the ****** walked in Quick-finger Teddy Butcher Saint Merry Leg-breaker Lenny Mobster Ricco Snake Bently And Marcini of the incredibly gifted hands Too. Lead makes a different sound when fired Glass shatters into tinkling tear drops Like the heavens weeping. Plaster breaks. Stress sneaked up on me Like a kiss goodbye... It's all Smoke through the city...
Hard-boiled or Scrambled. A touch of Noir.
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dia95
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
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