Virtes Venice
Al Giorno: his wierded world
he pay's more than the others.
the same sound.
The pound around
they beat drums
and rub oil on one another.
sweep the floor
it's a chore
don't ignore the windows.
I'll gift you seets
and some
pasta and meates
keep your interest contraul.
done.
Produced.
or occurances daily.
I love this part
I smile when you pay me.
Mr. Al Giorno
sign your name
Champion your position
no middle man.
To take a stand
tell the world
what their missing.
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