Leader's Sonnet

Took a car antenna cut down to height,

A stock of wood to hold the band to pipe.

I made a gun to zap the foe we fight.

I keep my gang the real together type.

And with six inch switch blade to run you through,

I crow aloud the cry that makes me king.

I took you in and made a gang of you

To rule my kingdom with hard fists that sting.

I make the rules to guide our fists in fight.

I will become a big made man some day

And own the city’s cafe rooms of night.

I’ll own the streets, and do it my own way.

I won’t show fear of law nor cops who come.

I won’t admit I’m stuck inside my slum.