For Something I'D Done
I was in a tawdry bar,
Or public house,
Being threatened,
For something I'd done.
Darting furiously
Through city streets,
Running, running,
For something I'd done.
My companion hailed,
And stopped a bus,
Its metal doors flew open,
For something I'd done.
Had to get to them,
Had to get through them,
Under furious pursuance,
For something I'd done.
Copyright © Carl Halling | Year Posted 2015
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