Stained suit,
Stumbling tyrant clenched his fist,
And waved it all about,
You shall bow to me I tell you!
Something like that he did shout.
The crowd just laughed at this small person,
Wanting to be more than a man.
And his face went all red from anger,
Encouraging the folks’ delight.
I just sat and watched him screaming,
Until his vein just suddenly popped,
Blood gushing from every pore,
Over his Armani suit,
The situation changed within a second,
And the crowd was now distraught,
Yelling wildly, screaming foolish,
And that dying man just smiled at me,
Bloody shoes and a stained suit.