Justice
Stogie and a hoagie
in a velvet track suit
Smoky air and chest hair
like a 70's reboot
Gold chains and nicknames
with dark sun glasses
Cards dealt on off-green felt
littered with cocktails and ashes
A basement scene that Im meant to clean
and tie up all the loose ends
I waltz through the door cuz they've seen me before
some of these guys are old friends
I set right to work on the greasy old jerk
who sits at the head of the table
A flash and a bang sorry gang-gang
I'm calling an end to your fable
On the warpath unleashing wrath
previewing the hell that they're sent to
I have a penchant for raining down vengeance
upon the evil that men do
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