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Breakfast With the Mafia

breakfast with the mafia
an early burbs Thursday
we watch them through the window
trying to figure out what they're saying
 
eating their new york bagels
while they plan and plot
we are watching for drive bys
making sure we know when to drop
 
one looks like Jr Soprano
he gets out of his chauffered car
we are guessing they're all packing
at least their bodyguards are
 
we wonder who's gonna get hit today
whose day's just might be numbered
we're glad that they don't know us
we don't have to be encumbered
 
the underworld is thriving
by the looks of this tight clan
they silence the moment someone walks by
so they don't overhear their plans
 
we hurry with our coffee
before Tony Soprano arrives
we just want to leave here
while we're still alive

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