Sin City
I’m looking for –
over exaggerated puns
with warm handled guns,
I’m looking for waterlogged
clips and overused clits,
Well are you looking for fun?
Yes, sir – just a bit –
You came to the right place, you
know how those females get.
Well – actually I don’t, expand
on that topic – I’m looking for pineapple
drinks and cool breeze tropics –
Marvelous travels, females are absolutely
gorgeous – they’re a nice size and their
knockers are enormous! And about that
tropical drink suggestion – let me ask
you a question – when you say pineapple
drinks, how’s about a brewsky at the bar?
We’ll set you up with a real nice car,
reason with a capital R.
That sounds great, is this a timeshare opportunity?
Do I have the same rights as others,
or foreign immunity?
Well I can’t insure safety just that you make it
there safely, so if you’d just sign your name to
this paper I’d appreciate it greatly.
Alright sir, is there a rush Mr. Bailey?
Of course not, I didn’t mean to caress you
the wrong way, it’s just that I’ve been antsy to
get home, it’s been a long day..
I understand, would you happen to have a pen?
MeAnWhIlE Mr BaIlEy lOoKeD aS iF hE cOuLdN’t WaIt FoR tHe SeSsIoN tO eNd.
Yes, sure sir, sign here – and here and here,
sign at the red X – insurance if you
break your neck.
Just as Seymour Butts signed the contract
it looked as if Mr. Bailey just about had
a heart attack,
He shuffled the papers into a briefcase –
and quickly exited the door,
He’d rather take the stairs,
he was on the 12th floor,
Flashing blue and red –
aching his retinas and forming
pain in his head,
He was lost – but jogged
because he knew what
it would cost if they got him.
He shuffled to the right
of the entrance into
the parking garage –
he nearly dropped his briefcase
trying to give his temples a massage,
Just as Mr. Bailey reached
for the handle – hoping not to
trip the alarm,
It sacred him to death as a
bullet hit his arm,
“Don’t shoot!” he exclaimed
gingerly favoring the arm that was wounded,
He knew that he was caught, his plan
was ruined,
He had tried to sell a man
a timeshare to the ruins,
To play with the concrete monsters and
bruins,
As he yelled, don’t shoot,
the bullets riddled his body,
The police remained shooting
ever so calmly,
Just before he died the demons
had come for him,
He thought he could live low,
they would just ignore him,
His eyes caught a final glance of
what they could see,
The patch on the officers’
arms read Sin City PD.
Sin City
