Johnny in the alley takes a vicious, brutal poundingT-Bolt lands successive blows, concussive force resounding.Both body guard and chauffeur, handles matters large and smallProviding Bigg safe passage; his foes fresh ways to fall..Blaze, she has the lowdown, the skinny, scoop and moreBB smiles to himself, he’s seen that face before.Bosses come and bosses go, ambition, guile and greedBig Chief always gets his way or those beneath him bleed..Up top in the penthouse, first to panic is ApolloCries that they’ll be dead fish dead, a fate so hard to swallow.Méliès voices disdain for Bigg, even as he is ascendingVenus calm but none too pleased, sensuality unending..Mr. Bigg loves holding court, loquacious and persuasiveOften known to hold a grudge with influence pervasiveNot new news to those who know: The Moon Maid Project failedLast seen leaving Wheaton’s Farm, the Space Coupe ship has sailed..A venture most ambitious, yet fools dared to rush inFracked the plans of Mr. Bigg, so owe for grievous sin.Usher in young B.D. Eyes, an effective threat so crudeBigg hammers home the obvious: interfere and be imbrued.Bigg rules with an iron fist, cross him and live in fearThe few who tried, they quickly died; paid a price too dear.
Johnny in the alley takes a vicious, brutal poundingT-Bolt lands successive blows, concussive force resounding.Both body guard and chauffeur, handles matters large and smallProviding Bigg safe passage; his foes fresh ways to fall..Blaze, she has the lowdown, the skinny, scoop and moreBB smiles to himself, he’s seen that face before.Bosses come and bosses go, ambition, guile and greedBig Chief always gets his way or those beneath him bleed..Up top in the penthouse, first to panic is ApolloCries that they’ll be dead fish dead, a fate so hard to swallow.Méliès voices disdain for Bigg, even as he is ascendingVenus calm but none too pleased, sensuality unending..Mr. Bigg loves holding court, loquacious and persuasiveOften known to hold a grudge with influence pervasiveNot new news to those who know: The Moon Maid Project failedLast seen leaving Wheaton’s Farm, the Space Coupe ship has sailed..A venture most ambitious, yet fools dared to rush inFracked the plans of Mr. Bigg, so owe for grievous sin.Usher in young B.D. Eyes, an effective threat so crudeBigg hammers home the obvious: interfere and be imbrued.Bigg rules with an iron fist, cross him and live in fearThe few who tried, they quickly died; paid a price too dear.