On this path,

I know no harth.

To the heavens a stick I throw,

Which direction it falls I go.

To a village made on silk,

But ruined by gambling.

I alone of this ilk,

Listening to schemers rambling.

Earning ryos hand over fist,

Schemes in my head I have a list.

But I’d rather bring this town to boil,

And leave the idle to toil.

Katana in hand bringing hucksters to blows,

And liars bows bent to their knees sent.

Dead piling up as the sake flows,

The bodyguard will never pay rent.

…

I love you baby 🖤

This is an ode to the Akira Kurosawa movie ‘Yojimbo’.