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THE TALE OF MUCHACHO
Like a flash of light
85 years ran by
Gone with the wind they say
Gone with the wind they think
But it’s really like
Years gone by with turmoil and death
For the lord of gangsters
Lying face up
Waiting rather impatiently
For death to come whisk him away
This was his sad story
This was his lot
He laughed anytime
His personal nurse
Asked if he was fine
If he was ‘ok’
Why does he laugh you say?
Coz if she knew the horrors
He had inflicted on others
Including himself
She would probably
Point a pistol to his temple
And blow his brains out
Or maybe even take a knife
And cut him slowly
Till he begged for his life
Till she drained all his blood
And yes,
There were 8 million other ways
She could kill him
He kept laughing
She thought he was about to die
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