The Rime of the Dangerous Man
The Rime of The Dangerous Man
(with apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
It is a Dangerous Man
And he killeth one of three
By thy slicked back hair and squinty eyes
Now wherefore killeth thou me?
The Dangerous Man’s fists are opened wide,
And he’s ready to begin,
With shoves and slaps and kicks and smacks,
May’st hear the violent din!
He holds me with his liver-spotted hand,
“Time to die,” snarls he!
“But wait, unhand me, wrinkled goon!”
Efstoons his hand slapped me.
He holds me with his tiny eye—
Powerless, I stood still,
And listened like a frightened child;
The Dangerous Man hath his will!
