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Tag: murder
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It started with
Phone Boxes
Robbing coins
Building skills
Graduating to safe
Cracking
He wanted more
To rob banks
To kidnap swells
He became the
“Shooting Fool”
Enforcer of Chicago
Bullets snapped
Danced
At his feet
Capone’s men tried
To tame him
Drucci paid Capone
With more than
A thousand bullets
The Hawthorn Hotel
Had never seen
Such blazing heat
“You SOB, I’ll get you,
I’ll wait on
Your doorstep
For You”
The cops put
4 shots
Into Drucci
At point blank
Range
That saved Capone
From “The Shooting
Fool”
Placed in a
$10,000 coffin with
$30,000 worth of
Flowers
A policeman
Murdered him but
We sure gave him
A grand funeral
More #true-crime poetry
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Executed on the gallows, Sept 6, 1833
A roguishly handsome fellow was he
Arriving from France for the family Sayre
He worked for them as a common laborer
Antoine resented his work, his bed in the shed
It would not soon be long before all were struck dead
Beating both Mr. and Mrs. Sayre with a shovel
He buried them both in the manure by his hovel
12 thousand people were present at his death
The majority were women who saw him draw his last breath
True crime poetry based upon the real exploits of the bad men/ women found in history
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wind down your own clock
take all the pills at once please
learn to lose it well
keep leash tight as time passes
stick your fingers down his throat
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her nose
falls downwards
into piles
of snowy white
cocaine is
deadly endless
waste for
the idle rich
slavery for the
common man
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John Jay fumbled for the gun
Blood wet on his hands
His heart hammers
BANG! BANG!
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Billiard Ball wouldn’t dare talk
To the cops about ‘Beansie’ Rosenthal
Eventually offering him a chance to walk
If he threw Gyp the Blood and Vallon to the wall
They all worked for top cop Becker
Rat King of Graft in Manhattan
Known to make ‘problems’ disappear
In his control of the crime-ridden metropolitan
They shot ‘Beansie‘ twice in the head
“He’s a goddamn coward and talks too much”
Convicted Lt. Becker for being the lead
Of the late-night killers held in the clutch
By DA Whitman who prosecuted them all
Becker and company electrocuted in Sing Sing
For their murderous conspiracy did fall
As the Underworld of NYC rejoiced reveling
True crime poetry sample. Mining the criminal cases of yesteryear.
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Fingers slip on ceramic keys
Typing yr confession note
So the Press can easily quote
In dedicated ghoulish ease
‘I have stolen a pistol to kill my beloved
And then turn it upon myself’
You may place me on the shelf
Of known killers, cursed & kindred
Whispering that you loved her
Shooting first the love and then yrself
Murderous, hateful longspur
Blinding last yrself
You will spend a wasted life in stir
Monster, madman, damn thyself
a little archaic and old-fashioned but a new way into writing a true- crime sonnet. ABBA X 2, CD X 3.
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gun brass
rains
on street
tinging
echoing
in a
blood
timpani
of violence
Working in the Haiku format is such a precise art. 17 syllables. No more. No less.
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Seen on road side sign
‘Abortion is Murder,’ here
I have killed then.
I live in Gary, IN – like Detroit, Michigan, it’s a depressed area with a clear color divide. Outside of Gary, white holy rollers preach the gospel and tell women what they can and can’t do with their bodies. It’s a fucking disgrace.
Outlaw Poetry 