980. IN FOR THE KILL

IN FOR THE KILL
(a prison doggerel)
Well it really doesn't matter if its green
or gold, I took you for something before
you were sold - and not a minute too soon
before you got old. The semblance of flying
was more than a thrill and I danced to
your namesake who came in FOR THE
KILL. And no sooner over than started again,
the man with the horseshoe whose name was Ken.
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I trampled out the vineyards where the
grapes of wrath were stored. I grew
entranced by a very sneaky mind. I mowed
the rows made by the sweat of my brow. I
can't escape her, can't shake her, not now.
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Yes it was me, salacious Billy Lee.
I moved in for the kill.
I did what I had to.
I'll be here
until...