Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Just another Dahlia town waiting for a man with a smoking gun


This town's a fickle dame...
                             She'll tell you secrets, but never the truth.
          The mob is in with the cops, here, thicker than the smoke from
                                  some fat cat's cig. 
          She was innocent once.
                                They all were, before the lights seduced them.
            Now look at her...blood in her teeth and that cheap red grin.
      Her real crime was passion...all dolled up for the Ritz in hell, sweetheart?
She'll never answer.
    This town is a dangerous broad.
                  She'll grab you by the short hairs and laugh while you squirm...
If she feels kind you'll just get
a slug through the heart.
       That's where I come in.
                         This city is seductive.
    She'll draw you in with her looks and                                      
         her promises, but it's just some 
                    twisted foreplay before she dumps you out in the cold 
                                       without even  a 'thank you.'
            But I keep coming back no    
                      matter how many cold
                           shoulders and nights I spend walking these streets trying,
                    just once, to find out what truth really means. 
              Fast cars, fast women, pleasures are cheap and easy.
            She's got it all...except justice.
   That's my job, I guess. Just another
                                            Lone Ranger, but
                my only friend has one thing to say, and I prefer if he didn't shoot his mouth off unless
                                    that killing word needs saying. 
                                                                 It's night time in this city.
                                                                                             Has been for years...
                                                                                      but the dark can't hide what wants to be found.
                                                                         The innocent
                   can only call out for so long before some hard boiled sap takes a walk.
                                                                Yeah, I'll be walking for a while but it's good for thinking
                                                       good for hearing
                                                                 good for ferreting out the      
                                                                                things
                                                             that aren't always what they     
                                                                         appear. 

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