A penny tossed, a pinky promised, hand against my heart and fingers crossed.

A deal struck, in spit, blood and favors.

A sworn oath, head bent and hands outstretched.

But you didn’t tell me about last afternoon, when you split that man’s head open like a crazed loon.

Fair folk such as I, don’t do deals with cheats, liars and butchers.

So take back this dirty deal, you scourge and scoundrel.

To the dogs take those who walk through this earth, breaking deals upon deals like the broken necks they deal in.

A promise fractured, a line crossed, a deal breaker, and deal broken.

(I tried🫠)