Mafia and the Dead Snitch

There was no coercion,
no veiled threats,
no “It’d be a shame if…”
That’s over.

He just needed a lift,
pick up here,
drop off there.
That’s all.

He says to me,
“How much time
you got?”
“Where to?”
“Hamilton Avenue.”
“Ten minutes,” I say.
“Hey, want the
abridged version?”

“So how’d he get in a body bag?”
“Beats me… he was there at three.
Check the footage, you’ll see.”

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