By Marshall Begel

“Meet the Rat-Obsessed Tour Guide Leading Visitors Through NYC’s Rodent Hotspots”
—Vice

This corner marks where Jimmy spilled some gas and caught on fire—
they only found his switchblade and a melted copper wire.
Elena told the feds, then begged the bosses to forgive her.
They did before they dropped her here, into the Hudson River.
Bernard went to confession and was turned in by the priest,
and this is where Long Island turkey vultures had their feast.
And here’s the bar… What’s that? You aren’t a mob-obsessive geek?
Oh—you must want that other tour where “rats” don’t squeal, but squeak!