Murder Inc.

Lepke Buchalter taught me my trade,
'Murder Incorporated' was his slate,
After the State decided his fate
And sent him to the heavenly gate,
A hit man for Cosa Nostra I was made,
Put ice bullets in people's head,
No slugs found when they were dead,
Became a top killer for hire
And no one could escape my fire,
And when they told me to mop up,
I put the bodies into a marble tub
And the mob was quite elated
When evidence in acid disintegrated,
I've loved my bathroom ever since,
It turned me into a Mafia prince...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz