Stole their gold fillings, he did
NastyKind of
Brute
Brilliant, yes
However
Foolish
Food beyond
Compare
To steal lines
Dirty
Little man
Geezer aging
Ginger wife
Scratched voice
Gruff and gross
Not one
You'd know
Or want to
Just a
Landlord
Of the worst
Slit their throats
Looted money
Stole everything
Enjoyed
Their company
Mind you
Liked their money
And their talk
Strange cratchet
Couldn't get his
Finger
Around them
Some were
French
Others Irish
They came
From everywhere
To see this house
Not much
Inside
Beautiful outside
Pulls them in
Beggars
And rich men
Nothing left
For them
Or the rats
Simple
Sweet
Elegant
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