Stapled moves towards the wooden post and staples a sheet to it. Looking around nervously, he finally finds his voice.

This is a little something I've been working on. Feel free to contribute or add to it.

The streets they were filled

With mobsters aplenty

Some would pick pockets

But leave with hands empty

From New York in the East

To L.A. in the West

So many different families

Strive to be the best

But for a new arrival

Fresh faced and full of guile

A tough decision they must face

Which family will they be loyal?

So much money to be made

But one must use their head

For if you show signs of disrespect

You'll most certainly be dead

The true mobster must be tough

To earn their keep and rank

Stay loyal and contribute

But remember who to thank

Mobsters each and every one

United in ambition

To rule the cities with no fear

And complete our family's mission.