829 Southdrive

829 Southdrive

A New Jersey state of mind

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Where for art thou, O Docker?

I am chieftain Angelo Bruno,
All the tribes are ruled by me,
Moved in here and held possession,
South of Trenton to the sea.

Here we came to run the action,
Numbers, hookers, other scams,
Caught our fish along the water,
Lotsa moolah, lotsa clams.

Shook down butchers, shook down bakers,
Money rolled in like a bank,
Oft we shot if they resisted,
We paid off cops of any rank.

In the woods we left the bodies,
Dropped them as we drove along;
There my warriors laid in ambush,
In their crews made stout and strong.

Our cadillacs upon these highways,
All about would swiftly glide.
As we built our weekend hideouts
With hidden exits on the side.

My people were content and happy,
We were free from all constraint,
We went to Vegas as a pastime,
Decked with Gucci and Laurent (Yves Saint).

Where are our strongholds, wide and stately,
Where oft I shook down shops of pawn,
The Genovese tribe got to me,
Alas! where are my warriors gone?