Dead in designer

Show up at his doorstep like a deliveroo driver

Half-masked by a black bandana

Arms aloft Thor holding a hammer

Judge on the gavel how I bang you when you answer

Bloodspattered Dolce and Gabbana

After the deed is done, change out of my ripped clothes, Bruce Banner

Man iguana how many visages I squander, Cain made a wanderer

More pollen than the céide fields in my pocket, cash in my socket

Docket with my name, face and weregild

Take the hills, caves with the goblins

And St Kevin, my rhymes more satisfying than the sound of Doom II’s super shotgun

Super Shogun showing up in imperial robes beating everyone at the dojo

White cloak, undodgeable blows, rolling like dark souls, break a nose with a Jō

Die in your Dior

Pin it on someone else, Eeyore

Leave your designer clothes full of holes, seared

Cleave it, sleeves looking like I could whack a mole

Weed in a tin bole, locally a tentpole

In every throat on this road my loud exploding.

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