‘I want them dead, you hear me, DEAD!’
Baseball bats in hand the 3 men’s heads were beaten till they looked like cracked eggs for a Sunday’s breakfast.
The crime so grizzly even those who lived the life gave WIDE birth to the one called Al.
The same Al who helped the weak, the same Al who handed out dollar bills to people on the street wearing his pastel green suits.
And yes the same Al who blew up your bar if you refused to sell HIS beer.
He opened up the first soup kitchen and the poor had food from that day forth.
A ruthless killer, one you dared NOT cross.
One who played with his children as one of them, taught them to swim and play music. He was also the same one who paid your hospital bill…tho he had you put there in the first place.
‘I want THEM DEAD.’ And what Big Al wanted…Big Al got.
His last days after 10 years of hard labor for cheating the IRS, were spent in sickness of body and mind.
Then he fell dead of a heart attack. No rest for the wicked, no way out. When the bell tolls for you…you die, even if your name is Al.
for SGLAZARUS aka Stacy
Inspired after watching a A&E on Al Capone
“Oh what an evil web we weave when first we decide to deceive.”
brilliance gone to waist, and greed takes it’s place
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