Memorial
There are a few facts I know.
You weren't happy at that moment.
I controlled you, puppet on a string.
You never had my friendship.
Except on bank jobs.
You never had three decades of her in your life.
I get this info from your letter to me.
Why not email like other people?
Did you want to be different?
Leaving a physical written reminder of your discord.
It doesn't matter now, not to me.
I informed the thought police.
You're a wanted man.
Not by me; by them.
Especially if you write me again.
Pain will be your friend.
Not mental anguish but broken bones.
Do me a big favour cus and do one.
Your letter reminds me of you and a certain girl.
If she knew of your feelings and actions, would she cry?
No, because I'd shoot her.
Then marry her sister and have a family.
I'd name our kids after you both.
Maybe I'll do that anyhow.
Call it a memorial to you and your ruined legacy.
Goodbye fading memory, gangster no more.
I'm victorious and have got all the loot.
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