Falling gangsters unravel
On a plexiglass gavel.
The sentence is swift and final:
I'm to be coated in vinyl
While the harridans guffaw.
They're all above the law.
But not, no, not me, I'm afraid,
I'm afraid I'll never get laid
In the stocked, broad pond I've absconded,
Am persued by an anaconda
The size of a pregnant tuna
Called the 'arcing moon'. Ah!, luna.
Curt, blurry, my vision shorts out;
I travel quickly to all ports south
Where I'll linger in dark detail.
Write my notary and post my bail.