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Mystery mail It read: “I hope this finds you well” To no avail You tipped the scale Now I'll see you in Hell Sailing over this story's arc A cardboard box that missed its mark Like a comet seen at dusk Like the Mayan twins born of the husk We were raised and flew at the very same height But fell individually from our flight I knew Daniel since high school in Benicia He sold cookies from his parents' freezer But were we ever really ever close? Now Daniel's gone and I'm his ghost He went north and I went east We had a plan - or an idea, at least From his cousin's lab in Crescent City Daniel packaged two pounds for speedy delivery USPS to Greenpoint, Brooklyn Every gram sold while his cousin kept cooking Successfully, this went on For, oh, I don't know how long One day I turned the corner onto India Street I must have turned white as a sheet Three policemen were standing on my stoop Talking to my girlfriend, Betty Boop I turned around never to see Betty again I'm sorry, Betty, I hope you understand I assumed they got to Daniel first In this line of work you come to expect the worse Some time later, the smirk was wiped from my smile I was arrested for hopping a turnstile Bones had told me the warrant cleared after eight years So, naturally, on my court date I failed to appear Eventually, the cardboard comet had to fall I took a walk down the long hall The first thing I did from my cell Was write a letter in search of Daniel Daniel was indeed in the lion's den Not the only Lionkiller in a California State Penn. Daniel wrote me back in a matter of days No mention of whether or not crime pays He wrote: “You wouldn't recognize my anymore” “I bet you'd rather be back cleaning toilets in Baltimore” “I'll never make it out of this cell” “I guess the next time you see me will be in Hell” The letters stopped rolling in I heard Daniel was stabbed with a ballpoint pen About sixty times by his cellmate, Charles Now people talk about immortalizing him in marble Not everybody should be made a saint Daniel was a good guy, but a saint he ain't [Repeat x3] Mystery mail It read: “I hope this finds you well” To no avail You tipped the scale Now I'll see you in Hell See you in Hell See you in Hell I'll see you in Hell
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