I live my life at the barrel of a gun
Forever this one or that summons someone
There are so many claims that are made against me
One wonders whether I owe or I am a blessing
The purpose of violence intimated strongly
Is to coerce and demand without faltering wrongly
So irrespective of the client that’s being held
And without regard for the money spent as well
My life is determined to be a resource to pay
And pay I must for I want the client to stay
Alive, long enough, to complete their work’s task
And in so doing fulfil their obligations and marks
Signed and sealed, delivered and dutifully observed
That were the perfunctory commisionary’s words
So it is that I pay for those who have much to lose
And much more to behold as is their rank and dues
Some might say this is the secret service game
Of holding hostages, demanding ransoms and paying
Others prefer to opine the wisdom of many fallen
That says this is the reconciliation of problems
That persons of high standing and persons of repute
Have dealings with blackmailers and oaflike brutes
And in the pursuance of their works and lives
That they need persons such as I for them to thrive
To pay for a hostage, to pay for a client
To pay for the loved ones and their solvent times
But more to the point to be the instance of the life
That is wagered in contest and in countered strife
To take beatings, to suffer egregious harm and woe
To be dismembered and chopped-up in a dog and pony show
To die, and in dying to be the payment for the client
It is a wonder that I have made a life of such violent
Prevarication and speculation laundered by a many
Of outsiders who pontificate the role of the new gentry
It was in the old days, when I was a just a child
That the clients were noblemen and old money types
Thereafter the corporations and companies that held
Their executives and leaders as hostages as well
Were entered into the race to see who would survive
But this was moot in point once the politicians arrived
The 1980’s and 1990’s saw a great revolution in kind
With political figures dominating the client skyline
Into the 2000’s and then the 2010’s with great aclaim
There are now just three client syndicates of fame
One is the king’s own and here the emperor is god
Two is the minister’s place and the president is boss
Three is the oligarch’s station and the timocrat rules
There is no fourth option, no fourth way to choose
Some think in terms of problems, deadsuits and dice
That drinking and whoring matched with gambling and vice
Is where the action is in the contestation between
Hostages and Spanish Prisoners and victims of belief
Drug problems and psychotic repetition are their answer
Except they fail to understand the principle charter
Their borrowing and lending of things and fetich-kind
Does not explain what the hell they’re doing on the line
We work this work from one end of the world to the other
And find only three kinds of clients to hold in wonder
So bankrupt gamblers, disgusting alcoholics, fetid drug abusers
Insolvent money borrowers, perverse womanisers and blame accusers
Have no business in this system for serious contenders
They should not volunteer to play this personation game
For there is no merit in paranoid delusional grandiose fame
So if your friendly bookmaker or community loan shark should hotly
Demand payment, don’t intrude upon the million dollar lottery.

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