A Gangster's Lament- Due Whack A Do Poem by Richard Jarboe

Before I turn out the light,
Before the next nightmare begins,
I think of bones,
And the condition of my sins.

I see nightclubs where I've been,
Like sheep before I sleep,
Plus heists in mayhem,
And orphans and widows who weep.

Wise guys who were gambling in the back,
Became bodies in the trunk of my Cadillac.

My life is like a casino,
Where the wheel of fortune spins,
All odds stacked against me,
Only the casino wins.

Tomorrow I go to prison,
They say for the rest of my life,
I say till I find a crooked guard,
Who can smuggle me a knife.