Greedy roots outstretched for alms
Scavengers are inflated for sunlit cons
As dirtied laundry wedgies hide in cracked nail beds
Dissolving the bones hidden in closets of newlyweds
Sunburn their hearts filled with cemented spite
To jump off cliffs from death defying heights
All for the fame of nine innings at bat
But you must be a fool, for we all smell a rat
Double-crossed gamble with streets stinking hoodwinked
Organized crime of goodfellas, the chaos has you linked
Kiss that stub of a finger and pay your phoney respects
This is murder for hire, an addictive but antiqued retrospect
~m
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