Gangsters and Cherries
Italian boys go through a mafia stage
idolizing gangsters and their lead ripping ways
dreaming in blood money ,wearing a pair of snake eyes
diamond studded vixens flashing pearl glazed thighs.
Scar faces -speak easy whisky- drowning out the sun
nights vibrating with the chatter of dancing tommy guns
one step behind the reaper, one ahead of the cherries
beneath marble tombstones a code of honor is buried.
but
Italian boys soon realize they haven't got the balls
to live life on a knife edge, go toe to toe with the law
I was no different and settled into a cage of mundane
a nine to five carousel where all stallions are chained.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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