:: The Balancing Act ::
Election day, insipid hall, musty air.
Pictures play, shadows fall, libidos flare.
Mahjong game, cigarette smoke, crushed spoon.
Hands lay claim, hidden strokes, all too soon.
Pursed lips, brotherhood, blood and gore.
Guns from hips, burning wood, face the floor.
So villains kill villains whom they betray.
So passion lives to see another day.