He wanders the floor
On the prowl
Between pensioners and families
Poison on a tray
Not just to the body
But more so to the mood
Shots at dinner time,
Monumentally inappropriate
Yet he cries
Shot, shot, shot
Trying to lure a victim
With his evil glare trying to seduce
Money, money, money
He wants, because he is told to
Err no sir, this is formal dining
Thank you & move on
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Very good!!