Bandit,
You do a brisk business--
Blindsides, bombshells, and all.
Can I handle the truth?
Maybe, on a Monday,
Tune in, clock out, and kiss the cheek of my design.
I'm ready.
Another non-answer?
You should say, or not--
Sickly, stuttering, shame on you.
Time is money, sir, and my pockets are clear.
How's your conscience?
Good?
I'm waiting.
