Contradict The Mafia Poem by Ana Podarevska

'To whom it may concern,
It's still raining dirt outside my door.
The baby in the jar, I swear,
Gave me a wink and a grin.'
No, it's not another trip.
No, it's just a little trip.
No, it's really not a trip.
No, it's just a little trip.
'The mafia gunned down
The boy that I thought I would marry.
I tried to get to church,
But God told me not to bother.'
No, it's not another trip.
No, it's just a little trip.
No, it's really not a trip.
Yes, I really need this trip.
So as to keep me on my feet.