Protection

An Offer You Can't Refuse

There was a knock at the door.
They stood there. The local gang.
The Mafia.

We've heard you've been putting it about
a bit, they said. You need protection, boy.
Protecting from yourself. Others need
protecting from you.

Pay up and take these.

I paid.

They gave me a packet.

Packet of 3, they said.
We'll throw in the towel.

It'll serve as a reminder



Johnny got a...boom boom

Poem protected by Copyright for Bernard Young 2011