The Mafia Was On Strike; Go Ask Pacos


Pacos darling,
what are you doing in my beans ?

or where will you go in the twilight
before the fair?

The questions hang on the murder tree;
the leaves challenge fear.

Pacos, your place on the trigger wish
is the committee’s strength;

we’ve known this
for three safe but dull years.

Where might we go tomorrow
and to whose crib when someone’s out ?

The fair needs your swift arrival
for the needed, long-awaited shift.

With no sun light in prospect,
what will you plant there, Pacos ?

Should we run to our lawyers
or join the law in a bust ?