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.