The Jig Is Up

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Reverse Shot – A Touch of Evil

The jig is up; yer nuttin’ but
a stinkin’, snitchin’ lug.
Ya think I’m headin’ to da joint
cuz you can’t shut yer mug?

That shyster you been singin’ to
ain’t gonna save yer neck.
I’d cap ya right now for two bits.
I’d even take a check.

Ya had to blab to some dumb broad.
(Lay off dat giggle juice.)
Ya put the finger on me; now
I’m gonna cut ya loose.

It ain’t healthy to rat me out.
I’ll break ya, like Ma’s dishes.
I’m seein’ youse in concrete shoes,
swimmin’ wit’ da fishes.

So shut yer stupid yap, capisce?
They say that talk is cheap.
But squealin’ ain’t, so save yer breath
or I’ll put ya to sleep.

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