Smoking his Cigar


Thrice around the corner,
Two and a half blocks far,
There lives the foreigner,
Smoking his cigar.

I begged him for a dime.
He said it’d be a waste.
I thanked him for his time,
And went off on my way.

I drooped against the wall,
N‘ watched him close up shop.
I waited for nightfall
To watch him wash his mop.

Twice around the corner,
Two and a half blocks far,
There breathed the foreigner,
Smoking his cigar.

One lovely crimson day,
I asked him for the time,
H’ Told me to go away,
So I crushed the man like swine.

Right around the corner,
Two and a half blocks far,
There I slayed the stranger,
With a broken metal bar.

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