the trouble-shooter

Some son of a bitch
better watch his back
when I come 'round
taking notes, taking
names, taking flack. I call its
as I see them, play lies
where they're laid -
wear my heart on my
sleeve, but I call it
a spade

'cause it's black,
and it beats upside-down
with a tail. So it looks
like a spade. You could see
very well what I mean
when I say: "I'm a pretty
bad man," well, I'm pretty
at least.

I will take what I can.