The Man With The Mask 

by Mike Defendant 

No place to stay? No food to eat? you could sell your organs to a guy on the street. Black market medicine gets you right, no waking up hurting in the middle of the night. A cheap hotel, that should suffice. Tarps on the bed and a tub full of ice. People in next room don't have a clue, as to what's going on or what we're gonna do.

Take those drugs and wait for them to hit, they'll be slicing you open, here in a little bit. The man with the mask, he's done it before. he'll stitch you up and shake your hand and walk you out the door. You're in good hands, you'll be OK. You're not even this mans first one today. Get your surgery, have no shame, in this economy who's to blame?