The Heat

What does a man with no humanity
understand about humanity.
And so we wonder why
there’s such a terrible mess outside.
When people like he direct the way.
So it’s endless accountancy.
Ah rhyme I miss you so,
in this arrhythmic world.
The certainty of your meter.
Remember when you held that gun;
open under your arm.
The heat, remember the heat.


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