Transcendental Sonnet #1421:
Maybe Baby

I come from a line of violent crime
A whiff of menace in the air
I pet my purring cat and write my rhyme
But I always remember where
I come from and who I am after all
My father was a hitman cool and tall

We made good money in Prohibition
The house always wins the roulette wheel spins
Even now during this Inquisition
Which is the reign of George the Second here
Another family founded on fear
But they were never cool: and now this fool

All I want to do is write poetry
But maybe baby best not mess with me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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