Over the bar at Mott street

A bank robber you’d be likely to meet.

Michael Kerrigan was an expert at cracking a safe

The authorities in NY he continued to chafe.

‘The nearer the Church, the closer to God,’

Quipped Kerrigan – his crimes near the local police squad.

He died in the alcoholic ward of Bellevue Hospital

His mistress selling an expensive broach to pay for his funeral.

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Another #truecrime poem based on an outlaw from yesteryear. Researching and finding out more about these criminals continues to be an absorbing passion.