Must I always play the devil in our dime store dramas?
The wicked vamp,
the wayward wench,
the wolf slavering and slobbering after innocence
through dark thickets
and yellow lit min-marts
long after decent people are asleep in bed?
Truly, I have no taste for tender hearts.
But, I do look damn good in scarlet.
Fiction in 55 for my G-Man!