Od'd(ode) to Whitey Bulger

OD'D (ode) TO WHITEY BULGER

Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran up the clock

Yo Whitey
I hear you're from Southy
But you're going Northy
You were pretty Mouthy
Now you’ll be a shorty

You slaughtered the daughter
The son father and mother
Now your time is coming
Unlike any other

You won’t see a day
In the street again
Your body will rot
For all of your sins

Massachusetts does not
Have the death penalty
But to your death
Your spirit shall flee

Hickory Dickory Dock
The
mouse
ran
down
the
clock