Author's Note: This is from Linssen's point of view.
My boss's fuse is shorter than his height
So when it blows I turn away the guests.
A telltale sign is when his eyes burn bright
Or when his office hosts eight-legged pests.
Arachnids all aside, he's not the worst
Superior in Saherta's mafia.
He tends to put his allies, colleagues first
When not submerged in scarlet mania.
His missions are successes through and through —
No casualties when he takes on the reins.
He's quick to draw his gun but swifter to
Take bullets to his chest or with his chains.
Despite it all, I see him as my friend;
He's kinder than most know or comprehend.