Home is where the heart is, so the declaration goesBlaze sick of playing work-mule. Her consternation grows.Read the news today, oh boy. Dick Tracy innocentNotta simmers as she smokes, rues her predicament.She loves her ailing brother, hung his portrait on the wallFrom healthy, happy crime-free days before he took a fall.Before he nearly froze to death and Klipoff brought him backA sickly, devastated mess. Klipoff a fraud and hack.Yet those who said, “Better off dead,” must not have had a brotherOnce George was dead, as Notta said, they only had each other.She heaves a sigh and by and by constructs her toughest faceYet wear a mask for long enough true features are erased.Now Notta won’t take chances, feels it’s time to pack and runA life of crime is not sublime, nor joyous, carefree fun.
Home is where the heart is, so the declaration goesBlaze sick of playing work-mule. Her consternation grows.Read the news today, oh boy. Dick Tracy innocentNotta simmers as she smokes, rues her predicament.She loves her ailing brother, hung his portrait on the wallFrom healthy, happy crime-free days before he took a fall.Before he nearly froze to death and Klipoff brought him backA sickly, devastated mess. Klipoff a fraud and hack.Yet those who said, “Better off dead,” must not have had a brotherOnce George was dead, as Notta said, they only had each other.She heaves a sigh and by and by constructs her toughest faceYet wear a mask for long enough true features are erased.Now Notta won’t take chances, feels it’s time to pack and runA life of crime is not sublime, nor joyous, carefree fun.