They call me Scarface Phil and I am mean,
250 pounds of muscle and one tough chin,
A fierce gaze a shaved head and a mad look,
Instead of a hand, I have a large sharp hook,
They call me Scarface Phil behind my back,
Or their faces I shall most definitely smack,
Everyone knows that for years with cruelty,
I have been writing the most horrid poetry,
They don’t call me Scarface Phil for naught,
Sometimes I may miss a comma or even a dot,