A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, February 22, 2021

hard to get

This assassin-for-hire 
without a master, 
never advertised, 
and refuses to kill

except only one way. 
Some killers-for-pay 
do "accidents."
He refuses to sham  
and shill such charade. Too
drama-wan gay. He won't kill

For any cause less than self-defense.

- he sets up his "patients"
he calls them - at will.
It's all word of mouth
in his business routine.
He worked his way up
from a nothing start.

Declining all jobs they
come begging him for
with a hard, clear eye.
"No thanks. There's no part
for me in this play. It just
doesn't call my heart's mind's
balls. Not obscene enough
in the pay. And the scheme?

Lacks in interest.
Please go."

They all know why,
and there's nothing to say. 
His standards, completely
unspeakably high.
Which we knew going in,
and we had to try. Word is 
he's the best. And word

does not lie.

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