dressed to kill

Tuxedo
served as a silver service
waiter
the ideal assassin
more salad sir
stabbed through the back of the neck
more salad sir
bled out
he can not shout
nor scream
bad service
a harvest of the mind
dressed to kill
to pepper mill
to fulfill a dream i longed for
why
the bow tie even of a yesteryear
when he announced a reduction
of jobs to my father
we lost the house and scraped
by
bye bye
twenty years of festering
this is my law
tuxedo.