Private Eye Poem by Kevin Patrick
Private Eye
Private eye, tough guys
Whiskey blooded souls of coal
Sheltered in trench coats
Drink's scotch and whiskey
Smokes in cool monochrome
Lives hard as he comes
Gangsters and their dames
Money, sex, and murder games
No lives can be saved
Streets of his city
Are filled with rats and secrets
Smoking guns his truth
Saturday, May 15, 2021
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5/3/2024 3:17:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Reminds me of Mike Hammer Wonderful! Bravo!