by Nick Gisburne
They tell him his career is at an end
The hitman, too unstable, too insane
The crimson cards on which the hits depend
Are contracts he will never now obtain
He begs the boss to offer him a chance
Perhaps a move to torture could be fun?
But membership is cancelled with a glance
The Circle of Assassins says he’s done
Without his loyal family of crime
His choices are: to focus, or to fail
He knows he needs new skills, but takes his time
And now, at last, a contract in the mail
The hitman won’t let madness take him down
He visits children’s parties as a clown
