"The Pay of Bigs"
John The Enterprise: offering chemicals
hawking delectables - mind-altering spectacles
in the form of lozenges, powders, drops and injectables
- an incredible selection of quality medicine
His charges were skeptical; found him largely unbearable:
an overcharging, detestable, demonic oppressor of
the market - with his far-reaching tentacles,
manifest paranoia and uncountable sentinels
He found their revolt indegestible - so did his sponsors
- this could see an ubiquitous spirit of permissiveness prosper
These prodigal renegades were filching their dollars
- and he should litterally have them submitting in collars
or he would be distinctly dishonored - so he opted to regulate
with a not-so-merry band of powerful heavyweights
that quickly set out to doggedly generate
- a plot for revenge a la a novel by Hemingway
The Bay of Pigs: lambs to slaughter
to war cries of McCarthy's loudmouth maxim/gospel
The radicals fast installment made matters daunting
- permitting whatever drastic doctrine to have Castro toppled
Americans of note sporting fancy garments
aghast and startled by this expansive problem
with sensible propensities and bankroll on'em
- remembering the enchanting aura of the Havana brothels
called for action - prompting answers
- more than paltry sanctions against these asshole commies
Plus the Cuban casinos were immaculate shadow markets;
spots for gangsters to have their dirty cashflow laundered
Players with their act in concert and a lack of options
- made a culinary clusterfuck in a blackened cauldron;
a fragmentary gathering of expatriated adversaries;
a rabid, reactionary, callous squadron
Boatfuls of hopeful raving troopers
bravely set sail for Cuba in a crazy stupor...
John rose from the floor having prayed in muteness
because either by blade or voodoo he would attain his future
he had a point to prove and fools to foil
- so he joined his crew of disdainful shooters...
...due to a time zone misreckoning, their framed maneuver
had no American air support, so enraged and fuming
they engaged in a futile, flailing duel
- that was incongruent to the initial fateful blueprint
The campaign was useless; vain and foolish
- and the revolutionaries dealt with their inane intruders...
...John ran upon their meth lab like a baneful ruler
of a medieval kingdom with a flaming banner
only higher ups had his henchmen betray their super
- to leave him in a house of pain so fashioned as a disgraceful standard