As the sunlight fades
we remove our shades.
Cascade
our charades
that define the trades.
Across the everglades
into the stockades.
We dodge the grenades.
Covered in band aids.
Hiding behind the colonnades.
Gripping our switch blades.
Watching the promenades.
I play the ace of spades.
You the red maids
No serenades
No escapades
Just Jack’s of all trades.
Ambuscades behind barracades.
Renegades of the blockades.
The moonlight pervades.
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