The man with the yellow coat
With the silver knife sticking out of his throat
Could have easily changed his destiny
If he had not been bamboozled
By the man with the dark bumbershoot
And the green rubber boot.
Swimming so hard in his veins
His hands in chains.
The sirens blaring
His sight glaring.
The whites of his eyes
Now the color of the boots he was wearing
Famous for writing bibliographies
Was now a convict
As his boots he kicked