In a Cave Away From Grave
For days now, nay, weeks cocooned in a cave,
Away from hands that could drag each to grave,
One of them, Seth, all the time craving sex;
He'd had brawls with Dickson this did much vex:
Dickson's giant fear: it could expose the gang;
On fate's set day, on their door hear a bang
Either from cops' hard knuckles or their gunshot;
And from then things would always be red hot!
Dickson might have made a cited prophet,
But for last-minute long look at poor profit...
Seth was to nail their group through his girlfriend,
Her last careless visit, that was the end!
A swift attack that tested Gang's mettle:
Nine in all, in minutes, Black kettle!
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