Informant

by Ares   Apr 11, 2008


I got a knife in my back,
I need to find the leak,
I'm stuck in a crack,
I know this is weak.

I need the names of your informants,
oh Sonny - you're my own little Sonny.

I see the light through bars,
all though the gate is closed,
they came with guns in cars,
they're the men that opposed.

you know I'm your dad,
although you're an orphan,
this is gonna sound bad,
give me the name of your informant.

Oh Sonny - you were my own little Sonny.

oh, I had plans for you future,
you were gonna take my place,
but you took my Honor,
and chucked it right in my face.

give me the names of your informants,
oh Sonny - you were my little Sonny.

dette er skreve,
i dette brevet,
eg har navnet te de informerte,

Oh Sonny - du va min egen Sonny.

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  • 16 years ago

    by neo

    You are the best poet love :)

  • 16 years ago

    by Gabba Gabba Hey

    I think this is pretty good! It's got its weird moments, but all in all, you're effective at getting the reader to feel the dismay and shock of the father...great job, I love your stories!

  • 16 years ago

    by Goodbye

    Nice poem. I can see you like to write these mafia poems and you are good at it. :)

    And the story goes on...