Balls Capone

No Regrets - by P.N. Neville

The sun descends

Over the hill

Feel the fresh air brush your face

Exhale, all is well

It’s the calm

Before the storm in the night

See the smokey rhythm dancing

Through the light

You’ve got to know

Are you secure in your place?

You can do it just as well

Not your first time at the race

Hot cup of Joe

Crumbs on a plate

There’s nothing else you need to do

But sit back and wait

Your big trench coat

Black and lined with felt

You grab your silver .45

And stick it in your belt

Down the marbled stairs

And out into the night

You’ve got a job to do

So get it right

The sparkling wine

Bubbles in his glass

A sticky crystal powder

That I slip in as I pass

And so it goes

Dead men never tell

Choking, coughing, aspirating

See you in hell

I sit alone

My back against the wall

The paramedics make the scene

But there’s no hope at all

The smell of orange

And Campari on the air

I drop a couple bills for tip

And slip out of there

I walk alone

Back to the Hotel

I stop in for a drink

But I’m attacked upon the stairs

He swings his blade

But I get get him with my knife

Now he’s sinking

And he’s gurgling

Now he’s dead

Oh well, off to bed

Dream of a place where I can go

There’d be no one else

There’d be nothing else

That’d be something else

There’d be no one there

And I need to face

Why I’ve gone this way

I don’t wanna do this to someone else

And I need to pray

For all my prey

And I wanna confess, but I won’t

Can’t Save Myself

Classy and blonde

Hey, baby what’s your sign?

We head up to my room

To have ourselves a time

Here she comes

Slowly slipping from her dress

She pulls a snub nose pistol

And shoots me through the chest

Probably for the best