One eye creased my device’s sight like Time Crisis, light him up like beacons
Cap peak placed low, hood up
Cleaning a piece keenly mirrorsheen, waiters wiping lipstick from glasslips in speakeasies
If yon gleaming glass slipper fit easily on any old flipper
Every bitter cripple, crystal-coveting grifter and archvillain would hold meaningful title
Cash must be layered like a trifle
You take it slow and get it right
Like a sniper lining up his rifle sight.
Thick wedge like won Cranium
Need axe to cut it, Thrax’s Lictor delects killing
Me picking Axel in Streets of Rage assured, Gilius when it’s Golden Axe
Now that’s in the past fading fast in the rearview like I struck and ran a passer by
I’m a bona fide tax dodger, pulling scams on AXA insurance, betting everything on black and red alternately
Rules of threes things to note and live by, larger numbers divide, defy logic and find structure in the hypnotic quixotic exotique strangeness peeking out from behind what we speak of as reality in fact a fantasy I have often said mind you that matter is a matter of mind but no one minded and it does not matter either
Living on James Bond islands tax havens for necrotic bankers and their surgically enhanced mavens
Hot almost like Malta, exalted for lax financial laws
Lapis lazuli waves lap palm-spined golden shorelines, everything else white collar crime
Ask to touch it, can’t; Uranium
Introduce gun and gut shot
Exeunt pursued by dreadnoughts
Chopping stacks
Fanning bills
Hand tracing tips like crop-dusting crafts.
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