Agent of change


Empty bottles of red wine,
Late nights leading into morning light
Makes afternoons bedtime.
Lead nines in magazines cause headlines.
Press lines, suits tailored to custom European fit
Equipped with silk ties, collar stays and cuff links impress eyes
When they see it, oxfords and argyle socks complete it.
Does it sound egregious?
Worn particularly with disdain for stereotypes and judgements,
They make faces as they’re thinking,
How dare he be this way in this space?
Either they hate or embrace it
The polish one from the slums shouldn’t possess and bolster.
Move freely among CEO’s, politicians, hustlers on the take and gangsters’
Without having to be covert.
Won’t stay in my lane, the pistols in the holster,
I haven’t forgotten my mission.

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