A Gangster's Lament- Do Whack A Do Poem by Richard Jarboe

Before I turn out the light,
Before the next nightmare begins,
I think of bones
The condition of my sins.

I see nightclubs where I've been,
Like sheep before I sleep,
Heists, hits, mayhem,
Kids and widows weep.

Wise guys gambling in the back,
Bodies in the trunk of a Cadillac.

My life like a casino,
Where the wheel of fortune spins,
Odds stacked against me,
Only the casino wins.

Tomorrow I go to prison,
They say for the rest of my life,
I say till I find a crooked guard
Who can smuggle me a knife.