kiss the king of the hill
on his pinky ring pride
beware switchblade temper
don’t stare at the scars
on his fat-bellied mind
gold-chained neighborhood
strongman embarrasses
me and my dignified ancestry
filthy rich peasant among
we impoverished heirs
of nobility renaissance
runs in our civilized blood
while his arrogant claims to
our culture pretensions to
ancient earned honor leave
bitter resentment to burble
the bile of integrity honesty
sickening hardworking men
he would swat without
batting a murderous eye
the Italians may have the burden of the mafioso, but we Germans have our own skeletons in the closet, if you know what I mean . . .
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true – but yours are dead and gone while ours still slither among us
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Genius – a fascinating piece of history put to your more than capable sword.
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cheers, my friend
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A fascinating portrait of a killer and his regime. Your words are like stilettos, sharpened and aimed at the heart of his soul.
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ah, but they are soulless
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A sad dishonoring of the good Italian folks by a romanticized amoral group.
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they make me so angry
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Great poem. While I’m not Italian, I sympathize with you on this issue. I do enjoy a bit of mafia and crime history and I sometimes incorporate such characters into my own writing, but the impact these individuals have on society is always negative. Therefore they should never be glorified. I wrote my own story about Al Capone if you’re inclined to check it out. I hope I got the right messag across. http://jackl0073.wordpress.com/2014/12/17/a-bootleggers-generosity-a-christmas-story/
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thanks for the link – I thoroughly enjoyed your story
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Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I look forward to checking out more of your posts.
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Wow, Paul. You don’t aim and miss. I read this out to my husband ( not a poetry lover!) and another wow from him (which is more than I get!) A wonderful analysis. Take comfort in knowing that corruption crosses all national boundaries. Poor comfort now that I think about it…
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they are a blight on us all
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Everyday I read good stuff from you Mr Lenzki. Your style are like oil that flow vital in every poem you pen. I learned new words and new experiences. Cheers!
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thank you very much
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