Scarface Poem by Tom Allport

He was born in a Brooklyn slum
Quite soon learnt to handle a gun
Johnny was his friend and mentor
Who taught him the way to splendour
So if no one listened to Al
They were not to be his pal
As he'd wine and dine, then kill
But making money was his thrill
Any honest cops were moved away
Everyone else was on full pay
Capone was like a night bird
With two bodyguards he wasn't scared
Always dressed up to the nines
Yet bootlegging was on his mind
Everyone around him spoke easy
If not there was no speakeasy
And on celebrating Valentines day
The other gang had no say
Till Agent Ness came along
Showed Scarface, wasn't that strong
Then all the presidents men
Hoovered up evidence from his den
Evasion of tax was the charge
He was no longer to be at large
And now had egg on his face
Going to jail was Scarface
Locked up on the rock for his crime
And left to rot in his prime.