Gothic Squeeze

 

 

Men in gray suits and hats
Wandering cautiously pitter pat
A cathedrals distance to set the mood
A criminal past to keep you unglued

No stars tonight
New orders to levy
A decision firm from a hand that’s heavy

A tilted rim conceals a scowling brow
Machines churning industrial
No noise aloud

The flat foot pounds his pavements beat
Back alleys
Bustling footsteps
The rustling of feet

Meanwhile is some distant dark place
A stake out
A heist
A high speed chase

What else could be expected
From a mind this infected

News flash from the press pages
From the darkest of ages

Navy blue tweed
Crime
Violence and greed

Children of all ages
At the newsstand they do read
About the underworld connection
Of the gothic squeeze

Written by Stack Jones
© Copyright 2010

 

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