Gangster Spirit Poem by Paul Warren

Creeping around not showing myself to anyone
They keep looking but I will wait until they're done
I have all the time in the world
As I sit and watch the world meld

I remember most things up to the day
When I was stabbed andhe ran away
I lay on the sofa and closed my eyes
And must have slept some as a time went by

So I hang around here now
Waiting for the boys to take a bow
It's best to lay low on the lam
To get my cut of the gang's latest scam.

© Paul Warren Poetry