Double-crossers and informants of federal agencies
Beware of death for betraying me.
Your fate the Valentine's Day Massacre might be.
I got supporters unknown to me.
They're probably working for an agency.
Actually I can think you away
Or use sorcery or magic and get away.
I've done it before and I'm still free
Because no evidence could point to me.
And even if there was, it'd probably be from a minion
Who I could destroy in the Court of Public Opinion.
Topic(s) of this poem: betrayal, death, fiction, flow, government, hate, life, love, rap, valentines day
Form: Free Verse
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