He stood there, loose and morose
As though everything meant so little to him
Pitted with nothing other than cliché Polish muscle
A terrific hustler
Money weighing him right on down, in more ways than one
A gun hidden beneath the floorboards of the gym
Enticing when needs be…
Prepared to flee whenever his empire started to fall
He’d take all of it with him
His daughter, so much as his lonesome lover
Getting by on a most ferociously inept wing n’ a prayer
For she knew full well he was a player but, nonetheless, she slayed all of the opposition
One cutthroat threat at a time
Two of a kind, no doubt
I die if I so much as divulge this information
For I am no more, no less than their silent sensation
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