All I Need Is A Violin Case

I look like a member of the Assassin’s Guild,
working with sunglasses because of the glare
of the sun, our sunscreens being used to
keep the air-con vents closed

All I need is a violin case with a long gun and
walking down the passage with an exaggerated
swagger while light is dancing in rainbows on
crystal chandeliers and La Bohème

Is played at full volume and my poor victim
appears as a pitiable specimen of
unworthy humanity…