Vegan Ninja Hitman
Silently hidden in the shadowsWatching the breakfast ritualAnd as he put the bacon sandwichUp to his lips , the sword flashedFaster than the eye could comprehendThe head rolled onto the Formica tableThe rasher dangling between lipsLike a burnt blackened tongueStuck out to ridicule and offend As the butcher in his soiled white apronBrought up his cleaver to rend the horse hockA bullet struck him between his eyesIn muscle memory alone the sharp steely edgesCame down on already lifeless fingersNothing left for Agincourt rudeness On holiday on safari , the savanna shimmeringThe cheetah chasing the gazelleHand flew to hip for a phantom gunNo way to punish the nature of thingsIn the wild world of chaos