The Hit Man In a squalid pet store on Hyde Street in the Tenderloin He stands Solid as a tower Majestic Powerful Our eyes lock in a long Embrace I am spellbound Riveted To the spot Slowly and steadily He caresses my lips, chest, groin, and thighs With his steely dark eyes The huge scar on his neck His fancy suit and gaudy shoes Reveal his deadly profession I shiver at the sudden thought That tomorrow morning I may end up in a Dumpster!