I am a pacifist
not a prize fighter
I am a healer
not a hit man
I am a mother
not a mobster
I am a grandmother
not a gangster
I am a kite-flyer
not a killer
But I watch these others on TV
There once was a mobster named Clyde
Called a Buick Electra his ride
Then an old man named Dom
Made a mighty pipe bomb
And Clyde died being Electrafried!
Rustic hints of shambolic yet magic shacks
Glints of silky footprint frolic tints the tracks
Mussel sacks demonic crab claw tussle cracks
No skinflint skimps sprinkles winkles & shrimps
Cockles twinkle the bucolic prawns the pimps
Shiny oysters briny gangster & milky prankster
Iconic lobster the mobster swish shellfish stacks
(Although to be fair for the heir of fancy flair fayre
The French care so much oui they say Fruit De Mer)
we always thought
Jasper’s occupation was clandestine
He works in Chicago and Miamai
where gangsters work, right?
So is he a mobster?
He dresses like one, all in black.
We dared not ask him what he did for a living.
Having no idea he was in commodities
Legal gambling for the affluent.
This is the saga of Veronica Vole
Who committed the perfect crime.
She murdered three lovers,
But not all at once,
She did 'em in one at a time.
The first was a lemur,
A two-timing schemer,
Who seduced all thirteen of her nieces.
Every female enticed him,
So she sliced him and diced him,
Then stir-fried and ate all the pieces.
The second, a lobster,
Was also a mobster
Who threatened her once with a putter.
So she got him alone,
Then boiled him well done,
And had him for lunch with drawn butter.
The third was a vulture,
Devoid of all culture,
Whose name, she remembers, was Vince.
He was planning to eat her
After he bet her,
So she tased him in self-defense.
In a big pot she tucked him,
Then scalded and plucked him
And served him "en casserole"
To her fourth beau, a critter,
Who'll make a good fritter,
She thinks as she spoons out his food.
'cause though she doesn't tend
To have good taste in men,
She does tend to like men who taste good.
Ms. Vole is not a siren or a femme fatale,
The kind of dame who'd tell a guy to take a hike.
At heart she is simply a sweet-natured gal
Who never met a man she didn't like.
Successful Youngin
Yuppy
Guppy
Moon Fish
Luna
Tuna
Rhymer Fish
Snapper
Rapper
Ready for Combat
Marine
Sardine
Deceased Mob Boss
Bad trout
Had clout
New Mob Boss
Mobster
Lobster
The Strange One
This cod
is odd
The Affectionate One
Marlin’
Darlin’
Fish Valentine
I like
My pike
Dinner Con
The clam -
a sham
A man named Bob wanted a job
So he got ready and turned the door knob
to step outside and start
But then, he started to fart
It was said later, he joined the mob
Heidi Sands
7/24/22
Many times I’ll watch a show,
Enough to say I’d binge.
Gone away, my mind will go,
And slowly off the hinge.
Watch enough, the show will lend,
An accent to my voice.
What that is, it will depend,
Upon my viewing choice.
Southern drawl or British twang,
Perhaps a little latin.
Simulating mobster slang,
Like I’m from Manhattan.
When I drive, I double take,
At what could be revealed.
Dragons flying by a lake,
Or zombies in a field.
Doctor shows make me believe,
That I should be one too.
Conversations interweave,
A surgeons point of view.
So I have to rearrange,
My mind to what I know.
For my brain can often change,
When binging on a show.
The child is so cold living in a wild home
No milestones are set
Running away would be best
The sun didn’t shine today in his tint
I should pray for him
Dope dealer slide by in the Benz he wish he drove
How long will the boy yell bingo
Before traveling a road trafficked with c notes
These jokes you over hear from mobster tales are nothing you should share over
pasta
Sea shells project sounds of our faith
The boy walk in the intersection to test his faith
One case push mom and dad away
How long will he walk without knowing
A jewel thief named Jimmy from Nevada
Stole rings from mobster Pablo's old grandma
Jimmy thought he'd better run
Pablo caught him and had fun
Now Jimmy has all his meals through a straw.
Written on 17th July 2019
Too much Edward G
You dirty rat
James Cagney
Mae West
Chicago gangland in her heyday
Portrayed with beautiful dames
Singing seductive songs,
wearing mink, diamonds, slinky satin
Belonging to their men
I was almost asleep one night
When I heard a car chasing me down an alley.
I turned and saw it; and was terrified.
I knew it was a past life memory
Also the mobsters in the car were after me.
Snitches get stitches.
My heart had never beat this fast.
They were gaining.
I turned down an alley.
Heard the car stop.
Terrified, I was looking for an out.
Hid behind a trash can.
Someone fished me out
Threw me down.
I saw two men in shadow above me.
One leaned down and I felt a knife
Cut my throat from side to side.
I knew I deserved it, so I closed my eyes
Review the annals of history
Murder upon murder you'll see
Start with Adam and Eve's son, Cain
Who murdered his brother Abel in vain
Then there's Moses, the saintly lawgiver
Who murdered an Egyptian taskmaster and shivered
The greatest of playwrights, Shakespeare, didn't hedge his bets
He wrote of murder in 'Julius Caesar,' 'Macbeth' and 'Romeo & Juliet'
What of Abe Lincoln's assassin, Mr. John Wilkes Booth?
His name lives all these years later, verily and forsooth
There's Lee Harvey Oswald, shot JFK -- ended Camelot
Else his name wouldn't be worth a pee in a pot
Can't forget the serial killers, whose souls are damned:
Richard Speck, John Wayne Gacy, Son of Sam
Not to mention the 'iconic' socialists you all know:
Lenin, Stalin, Hitler, Mao, and Idi Amin also
In this century you don't have to rack your brain
We've had Osama bin Laden, Bashar Assad, Sadam Hussein...
As for 'professionals,' Bonnie & Clyde are your bank robbers
And how about ('Scarface') Al Capone for a celebrity mobster?
So, you want your name to be ever remembered?
Just commit a few murders: Behead and dismember!
Gangster
Gangster, Gangster, ruthless cold-blooded killer,
Destroyer of life, take no prisoner for bountiful gain.
Business Man, Protector, racketeer of feared innocents,
Taking what you will, secured with violence and pain.
Who are you, what are you, who gives you the right,
Building Empires, from untold misery and blood.
Strong of character, fearing nothing and no one,
Victims revenge is weak and will do them no good.
Persecutor, executioner, henchmen do your bidding,
How can a small, malevolent Man, gain such command?
How many will stand together, to take him down,
None I fear, his domination has infected your land.
Gangster, Mobster, hoodlum or plain villain,
Are you a Capone, Luciano, a Blinder, Mafia or Triad?
Will your name be remembered in glorious infamy?
Or simply a cruel hearted crook gone mad.
THE PUNISHER
Caught in a war
His miss duty
A Marine serving his country
A husband and father first
Yes he fought over seas for this AMERICA
Frank Cashtiglione
Also known as now
A tour of duty in Vietnam
One time off, off duty
When home to visit
The wife and children
While on a picnic in the park
They witness a mob killing
The mob came after, and killed Frank's wife and children
Frank Castle now a vigilante
sort of a negative hero
Only killing the baddies...
Captain in the Marines
A one man killing machine
Also a member of CIA
Now stationed as a citizen
A private ordinary citizen
Now out to git REVENGE
So every mobster, gangster, bad politician, evil doer
Killer or just a Bad person
No mercy, no gain
just a whole lotta pain
Better watch out and if you think you wanna do wrong and your unsure
Repenting won't help cause your under the cross hairs of .......
the
PUNISHER
11/17/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
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