A man makes his living selling custom-written poetry on the streets of New York City. When a news reporter asks him what was the strangest request he’s had for a poem, he tells of the time a mob enforcer asked him to write a poem to tell his boss he’s completed a hit. His problem: to inform the police without the mob-guy knowing it.
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