An adopted person of Latin origin, (usually Colombian), who is raised Anglo-American, (most notably Italian-Irish), and subsequently develops absolutely no understanding of any languages widely associated with Latin people, i.e. Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, etc, but instead develops a thick, baritone Boston accent, which spawns from years of adolescent life in Woburn, Massachusetts, U.S.A.
Although genuinely loyal, ethical, and generous amongst family, friends, and business cronies, these types are ingenuously miserly, scheming, and treacherous amongst enemies, competition, and those not of relation; furthermore, excelling in careers that value an unscrupulous nature, such as law, politics, or salesmanship.
Commonly trapped into loveless relationships involving a stupid dog and a house in Lutz, morgies are often mistaken as thugs, ruffians, or gangsters due to their deep, distinct, insidious laughs, chronic blunt smoking, and wardrobe, consisting entirely of Boston Red sox hats and polo shirts worn un-tucked above a pair of slacks and Italian leather shoes.
Half-stoned, sporting a brand-new polo shirt, un-tucked, with matching blue Bo-Sox cap, slacks and Italian leather shoes, the confident salesman inadvertently pulled a morgy, sharply turning his motives from closing the deal to one of vengeful retaliation, generated from a question his client asked of him in a foreign tongue “¿Es usted un gángster?”