The Gamble of a Racketeer

"The tenacity of man, Is often diluted by his apathy." Remove the casket from the shed, What better day for newly-weds, Than kissing ashes, free of life, Or tempting coin for future strife? Softly shouting flagrant bribes, To twist the arms of simple brides, While dancing in a shadowed veil, Her pennies trudge through muddied trails, And miles deep, the ocean rails, Against this failing tide A hurried lilt, Controls his voice, As urchins weep for swift rejoice, A calming dread removes their choice, To plead for cases lost to ages, Toppled by a mound of pages, Marked by years of silent threats, Rending truth for standard wages Struggling to find the innocence in death, He defies to cut his veins with meth, While choking on a corporate scheme, And gambling our hopes and dreams, Like bars of gold turned smithereens, Defending lies to break the ties, Which sow him to this mortal seam, For good...