'To whom it may concern, <br />It's still raining dirt outside my door. <br />The baby in the jar, I swear, <br />Gave me a wink and a grin.' <br />No, it's not another trip. <br />No, it's just a little trip. <br />No, it's really not a trip. <br />No, it's just a little trip. <br />'The mafia gunned down <br />The boy that I thought I would marry. <br />I tried to get to church, <br />But God told me not to bother.' <br />No, it's not another trip. <br />No, it's just a little trip. <br />No, it's really not a trip. <br />Yes, I really need this trip. <br />So as to keep me on my feet.<br /><br />Ana Podarevska<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/contradict-the-mafia/
