With a spine of steel
I walked down the lane,
The mortals lacked the pluck
to cross me in disdain!
To the trader i quizzed,
Buddy, 'Hows Business?'
Mum was the trader
With his lungs in distress!
Flummoxed was my mind,
To see the traders dread!
His Action made me wonder
"Did i ask him for his head?"
Shivering were the dames,
When i heard'em mumble!
He's the mafia...
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