Hit-man Henry –

Quick run through: Phones up, down, voices, plan, execution, check bank balance.
Slower run through: Hit-man Henry, artist and crime scene inventor, turning worthless into worth, into worthy.
Spectacles fall from faces, toupee’s slip to their sides, and jewellery dinks onto floors from cold shrinking fingers, it’s Henry taking off his hat in a stranger’s drawing room.
Progressive values, no sexism in the annihilation game, men, women, all the cool cats standing just before the Big Bang!
Holes by bullet, and blunt instruments help take down the ‘Big Elks’ before a fast metal show of throw into flesh and bone; a fist grows for a salute.
‘Professionalism’ isn’t Henry’s middle name, it’s George, and his well-maintained weaponry would make a grown Marine cry.

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