An evil man in a lovely suit
Using poor lips to polish his boot
Out for himself, out looking to loot
He's got a yarn to spin
A rotten man, hair combed to the side
He'll steal with a smile, high on his pride
One man rivaling Bonnie and Clyde
He always seems to win
One heinous man with lies on his tongue
Hate in heart, bile burning his lungs
Sees in himself a hero unsung
Pays well, buying up sin
A wicked man with his gold and cash
Burning it all and leaving the ash
The human dragon sleeps on its stash
There's no way out or in
An immoral man up on his throne
Counting his plunder and spoils alone
Having picked all the meat off the bone
The flesh still in his grin
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Brock Richardson
I'm a former contributor to Funny or Die. I most prominently write poetry, short fiction and humor.
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