Lawless, Not Flawless

It’s nice to be asked “What’s good-fella’s?’
Once in a while.
The only thing these mobster have been made,
Is to have samaritans on speed dial.

Tony is not Soprano,
No, Tony is so-lonley.
Emotionally eating his gabagool,
and practically inhaling cannoli’s.

Tears slice down scarface’s cheeks,
Every seven days is just ‘one of those weeks’.
He just needs to say hello to a little friend,
But they never stop by, or even make a peep.

And when the pressure starts mounting,
Don isn’t sure he can handle it.
Corleone can’t get out of bed,
(but at least he is still taking it to the mattresses).

Why did the Irishman and the gentleman
walk into a bar?
It’s because this is a safe space,
For their heart to heart.

Nothing is off the table,
They throw Omertà out of the window.
Here, they sing like canaries,
And let their feelings show.