The suit was green and very tight
The colour stood out in the night
The warmers on his legs were carrot
Faded to a washed out claret
In the 2 o'clockish dark
Chi thought 'Blow this for a lark.'
He put the knife back in his jacket
Slid a fag out from a packet
Lit it, breathed the fumes and sighed.
'I don't care for homicide,' he thought,
'So damn the councilmen.'
He turned and headed back again.
And if the brat was acting weird,
It wasn't like he'd volunteered.
The council should be thankful that
The irritating demon brat
Had stopped the senseless killing spree
In honour of his idol, Lee.