Extra! Extra! Read all about it: Crime wave in third weekThe city can be dangerous. Tough going for the meek.The Midnite Mirror tells a tale of criminals and crooksTrigger demands full payoff. He will tidy up the books.Keyes delinquent once too often, the flame now grows too hotTo cross the Boss is suicide, thus 88 is shot.Laid low by the Triggerman at Tracy’s firm instructionCrossed a line he did not see, which led to his destruction.Down the street at Tracy’s suite Lizz is blonde and sassyShakes up drinks, laughs and winks, a peroxide gal so brassy.Trigger talks to Tracy, shares news of Keyes’ demiseA nightclub is the swag they snag, as Keyes was so unwise.Elsewhere at headquarters there’s more bad news for PoliceA man who’s wrinkled like a prune, weathered like an old valiseTold of the latest murder, of the corpse found on the streetChief Pruneface voices outrage. On his desk his fist he beats.No more shall ivories ring out with hot Jazz of cool KeyesViolence spreads now like the plague, a virulent, harsh disease.