Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Robber (Yet Again)


Freedom wasn’t busy that night.

She walked right in and right out.

She was two thousand dollars richer.

Gun point.

Hand it over.

Fresh wod of cash, two.

I love the smell of money.

She leaves.

Clerk calls 911, but what can they do

Freedom doesn’t have a camera.

She gets away.

She’s a smart woman, but

She doesn’t know that it’s going to

Catch up to her.

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