Poetry

Backroom Deals (#1315)

Lies spill across the tabletop.
Backstabbing pours like red wine.
In the back room of a butcher shop.
Lies spill across the tabletop.
Money changes hands nonstop.
Crime and meatballs intertwine.
Lies spill across the tabletop.
Backstabbing pours like red wine.

Any Thoughts?

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