Author's Note: This is from Hisoka's point of view.
There's nothing more romantic than my fist
Connecting, dislocating the smug set
Of your jaw, which in darkness I've oft kissed
Till our hostilities again reset.
The black coat draping on your shoulders would
Look better stripped away with all the rest
So tear it off like you tear nice and good
The head from neck of each adoring guest.
We're putting on a show in stadiums packed
With men who've come from far-flung towns to see
A passion that has somehow stayed intact
Through years of conflict spanning land and sea.
I'll soon ensnare you with my Bungee Gum;
You can't resist — you'll turn around and come.