The Gangsters were all waiting for me
Their uninvited guest
Their cigarettes were all lighted
Their black ties were all straight
I owed them without knowing
And now had to pay them with my fate
There was nowhere I was going
Without their golden licence plate
My life was theirs from the beginning
There was no hand that I could play
The casino wheels were turning
And all my numbers were running late
And so I went down on my knees asking for mercy
“Mercy” they said pointing to a beautiful dame
She came over to me and planted a hot wet kiss
And then she pulled out her red luger blasting my brains
And now it’s all over and I’m with the saints
But I hear that the Gangsters have long since muscled into Heaven
With even God in their pay
Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program
