Precious

Held close

What is dear

And near to you

Your heart is a lockbox

And I am just a thief

A knavish master of picks and tricks

Rich

Your son

Two conflicting interests

You chose the one

Which cannot love you back

Which can buy you most anything

The boy becomes enslaved to your empire

Shining

Desert Gem

The Glass Locust

Hotel, casino, and trap

A place to survive or

Perhaps a place to dry out

Your pride and joy, subjects without choice

Scum,

Top Banana,

You are king

And the worst kind

Caring not for your people

Rather their coin, their losses, vices

Raised fists uncage the jackals upon you

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It’s been a long time since I’ve written on here.

I’m happy to be back!