This is a random poem I thought of while I was trying to get to sleep, it doesn't really rhyme but I tried! Disclaimer: I do not own General Hospital!
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Normal POV
An incident occurred the other day,
the mob decided they wanted to play.
They went into Spinelli's home,
just to crush and break his bones.
They broke his fingers one through ten,
and left the Jackal alone again.
He sits and waits for someone to come home,
because it hurts too much to use the phone.
After they come back he stares,
at his fingers that were once bare.
Now he does not know what to do,
since all his fingers are askew.
He sits around and waits all day,
for the Jackal to get his chance to play.
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AN: Random I know…but I was just bored and thinking: what if Spinelli broke his fingers that would be the worst thing for him because he wouldn't be able to do anything. But he'll get revenge. yay for dark twisted humor! Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed!
