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The name presents
a warning sign
Reputable for the
worst
And his cronies
He says the word
and they pounce
Come down on you
Like a tonne of
bricks
With a crowbar
And the need to
inflict
All the bad in the
world
He is scum with a
nickname
Dirty D secret
with the alliterative twist
Orders them dirty with
the double D’s
He can afford to
be picky
Wretched to the
moon and back
Filth through
terrorised eyes
They say he’s
killed before
He likes to look
into their eyes
As he twists the
knife slowly
Or so I’ve been
told
So when I looked
him in the eye
That first time
And saw the broken
man
I took him in my
arms
I wanted to fix
him
He snorts his addiction
One tiny delicate
piece a day
Mastered by
professional hands
His professional
hands
The broken man who
longs for one thing
A way out he tells
me
Then he twists my
arms behind my back
And whispers the
secrets of the world to me
Tells me all
And the rumors are set out in his second line
In a broken line
of his addiction
Because he lies
He is dirty
His breath is
heavy and he smells like sex
An addiction in
himself
Hatred to build a
beautiful monster
And trust to bring
it back down again
He turns the
tables
And offers me a
way out
I tell him I can
fix him
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