You were my Sunshine, <br />My one and only charmer <br />And I was your Quixotic <br />Knight in rusty armor <br /> <br />So I waxed poetic <br />Your true lover. tu amor <br />My life became chaotic <br />While you discovered more <br /> <br />You tell me you don’t know <br />What is a handicapper <br />But now he’s your fiancee’ <br />And maybe quite dapper <br /> <br />If there’s gambling, that’s where <br />You’ll find his kind of man <br />With the Mob in the wings <br />Pulling strings when they can... <br /> <br />They need foreign women <br />As prostitutes and hookers... <br />They’ll invest their money <br />In well paid headhunters <br /> <br />With their expense accounts, <br />It’s only business <br />And for Russian virgins <br />There must be a bonus... <br /> <br />They’re not people, only meat <br />An honest man can’t compete... <br />When they lie, steal and cheat <br />He goes down in defeat....<br /><br />Karl Stuart Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-22-head-hunters/
