John I Nash
Gangster - Poem by John I Nash
I said, you never looked so good dead, that's what I said.
Hurt you caused too many, now they are going to put you in the dirt.
No cause for sorrow.
No cause to mourn.
No cause for tears, only cheers, you never looked so good dead.
Few have come to view, that because they hated you.
Children ran in fear when you were near.
Women thought you were a thug that no one loved.
Men plotted your demise, because they despised.
Pain and suffering was your calling card, it's not hard to figure out why someone put a bullet between your eyes, but you never looked so good dead, that's what I said.
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