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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She Didn’t Know I had my plan memorized, and I picked the right time. I walked into the bank when there was no line. I walked up to the teller and presented a note. She hadn’t lived my life, ya see I was going for broke. With a white painter’s cap, matching sweat suit, and nice sneakers. I thought I could have passed for a rapper, but I was a thug wanna be. This bank didn’t have a guard so, for me, the money was free. The way she looked at the note I could tell she wasn’t impressed. See I wrote it with an orange crayon and well... I did my best. That’s when I unzipped my jacket, to show her the sticks of dynamite duck taped to my chest. I pulled out an old cell phone, extended the small antenna just for effect. I said lady, this is my first bank job, I’ve never done this before. I’ll take all the money you have in the top drawer. She saw my finger on the button, I was in control, and didn’t wanna get caught by the local patrol. Knowing I’m going to be on TV. The lead on all the news channels. She didn’t know, with these road flares and old cell phone I could blow out a candle. She gave me two bags of money, that felt good in my hands. Then I made my get away, it was all part of the plan. I didn’t drive, and some will think on foot I won’t get far. But the cops are on their way, so, I’ll finish this poem on another day.
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