Hook Line and Sinker

It was raining,
it always rained when I went out,
the bear seemed to know my name and number
and always tipped the clouds to bump off the Sun
whenever I stepped out once again.
Except this time may be my last
because I was going to pay her a visit,
the Mistress,
and once you set foot in her home
the only way you got out again
was lying down in a free box for your troubles.
Somewhere elsewhere behind the screens
someone is probably enjoying a hot cup of coffee
While I'm out here in the rain
still getting soaked despite my long coat;
boy, had the bear tipped extra hard today.
I thought back to what meant I was walking to my death;
some dame,
she never said her name
only flashed her pretty eyes and an incentive
enough to make me doing anything,
absolutely anything;
she had me hook line and sinker
all because of that damn worm;
it knew things about me I wanted no one else to ever know
it had even helped me out of a fix once or twice
so I guess I owed it;
enough to walk myself straight into the lion's den.
See down here was the underground
there was still light and laughter
but not the usual sort, still the type I would call home
it suited me just fine.
The mistress's place shone clearly like it was neon
if I was lucky and quick
I'd still leave upright and alive;
a brief exchange of words followed by a list for the worm
just more words and letters on a page
but I still some ammo up my sleeve if needs be
though if it came to that,
we'd all end up six feet underground with the worms
and not in a good way.
I should have seen the double cross coming
but then I always had a soft spot for a nice pair of eyes and a smile
that list was my death warrant;
just a bunch of names,
the big names
who to rub out to get ahead in the competition
stupid of me to only read it while handing it over;
extra stupid of me to not recognise the worm's script
their mark crawling all over the damn page
just enough time to see that dame laughing
before the gut shot
sends me reeling back out into the rain
to either die in the drink
or drink myself to death in sorrow,
just another day underground.