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The Men In Suits
He steps forward coyly, a sneer on his face
 Swaying he removes his high hat
 Gawkily bows and burnishes his clasps
 The crowd is perplexed as he stands awkwardly
 He waits for a moment, nothing more
 And drops his mouth till his lips dangle
 Just above his misshapen knees
 Tenebrous smog begins to creep
 From his jowl and wriggles across the stage
 Filling the wooden cracks in search 
 Until the innocent are found and smothered
 Till death does it part
 It weeps down the stage
 Relishing the triumph against humanity
 The gas asphyxiates the crowd
 Yet they still sit in amazement
 Inhaling the fumes till intoxication
 Until another rises
 In his blighted burgundy suit
 Crippled, he pulls himself onto the stage
 His contorted leg twitching in discomfort
 Trembling he raises and glances at his adversary
 Cracking his knuckles, he stands
 Hunched over in his own demons
 Mocking the other, who stands rigid
 Covered in radiation, his mouth too does drop
 Chin brushing the dusty planks
 And a splendid assortment of rare jewels clink and clank
 Against his teeth and continue their erratic journey until they rest
 On the dusty planks, their colors absorbed by light and wood
 His brow is filmed in sweat, his eyes yellow and bloodshot
 Final stand, his mouth yearns to say, but knows
 That there is never and end to his fight
 He gathers his drooping mouth in his arms
 And turns once more to say in a solicitous manner
 “Those who wish to obtain the jewels must first
 Relinquish the poison”
 Then with some newfound strength
 He bounds off the stage flailing his arms,
 Tripping over his own bones
 Until all are left to choose
 To continue their dangerous game of poison
 Or to obtain the rich jewels once offered to them
 So which?

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