Constellations of Bloody Stars

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.

His bloodlust,

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

This man

Famous for writing bibliographies

And biographies

Was now a convict

Blood addict

As his boots he kicked

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