Mafia Poetry

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I don't get it..

Neither do I. Also, shouldn't the subject post be posted in the appropriate Forum which is not this one.

I was thinking the same..

Oh ok, here's some Mafia Poetry:

Violets are blue,
roses are red.
I blew up your car-
So why ain't you dead?


My love for you...
it came and went.
So your feet are now
in wet cement.




TIS

Pretty good..

the mafia

the mafia has no limites,
if you mess with them,
if you steal just once,
they'll find you,
they'll get you in a dark area,
and put a bag over your head,
they'll make you scream for pleasure,
they love seeing you scream like the little men you are,
your executer will kill you,
a slow painful death,
it maybe a gunshot or if your not lucky,
a knife in your mouth,
they'll cut your inside of your cheeks,
they'll make you cry and they'll like it,
and finally they'll kill you and bury you,
when your still alive and breathing the sand your body is left in....


richard belis