While he stopped his car and shared a dime ― I knew
He could outdo all hoons ― and slit the caricature of God ―
So he smeared ― and I laurelled ―
It was more than regality ― when he called us upon his inn
And took us like his cronies ―
He was many, but my comity had not ― a chance ―
I felt my brain commence as it pierced through my skull.
