The Cold One
He follows the Golden Rule
He speaks with a silver tongue
His god is the golden fool
He was born with a silver spoon
His mother is a debt repaid
His father a wino, a junkie,
a moment of unconsidered lust
His friends are insurance policies
His lover is a sperm dumpster, used and abused
His childhood was an invisible pink unicorn
His school was a grifter's con
His tutor had plausible deniability
His textbook was The Prince
He was born of snow and ice
He is everywhere
On the streets, in the courts,
aboveboard, underground,
in the skies, in your eyes,
a backdoor in your hard drive.

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