Gangster Spirit
Creeping around not showing myself to anyone
They keep looking but I will wait until they’re done
I have all the time in the world
As I sit and watch the world meld
I remember most things up to the day
When I was stabbed and he ran away
I lay on the sofa and closed my eyes
And must have slept some as a time went by
So I hang around here now
Waiting for the boys to take a bow
It’s best to lay low on the lam
To get my cut of the gang’s latest scam.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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