Deathreat Notes 

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Deathreat Man sends undiplodobermans,
battalions of bogus gasmans.
And catflap access flexithieves
and doorstep deathreat deputies.
But his girl’s a barrister, his boy’s a GP
- them he sent to schools with fees!

To Fionabruce & Nickross
and alsorted baffled bacon,
he sent a tauntalising text back in the day
to troll Auntie’s telltale-a-vision  
in front of a forensic nation. 
But of course it never was read on air, 
for Deathreat’s text untraceably shared
how his shuteye’s peekless, squeakless,
a rejuvenating dip in textbook dreamless 
deltawave deepness,
despite the fact that organised crime
is for Deathreat Men panem et cirque combined.