The bodyguard lights a cigarette and looks lazily around
and keeps his ears open for the presence of any distinguishable sound.
He taps his rubber sole on the lucid concrete floor
as two hooded figures emerge quickly from a fire door.
In a flash of silver and an explosion of sound,
one of the two thugs quickly falls to the ground.
The other guy scrambles to grab at the falling suitcase
and with that, he catches the other 2 in flight slugs to the face.
Now all that's left to do is clean the greasy mess up
and drop a 50 dollar bill in that gasping hobo's cup.
Another night on the dark streets of gritty New York
where some people don't and some have the supreme torque.
They'll screw you and pack you tight into a pine wood box
and if you need it, they'll come and clean all your clocks.
If you choose to refuse to pay up, you won't walk for over a week
and your biggest lingering fear is a final kiss on the cheek.
So watch out hustlers and whores, for you know the real deal
for you have to know from whom, you're are going to rape and steal.

10/13/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this a long time ago after getting into the Soprano's...

Posted on 10/13/2003
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