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‘One more job and then I am going to Panama and watch the canal in the sun’
John’s trust funds had not done so well lately and pension age approached fast
‘They ripped me off once more and I need my share of well-deserved freedom’
Justice beggared belief but redistribution of wealth was in the tools of his trade

He looked back on a distinguished career of many fine decades of occupation
Had proceeded from nicking wine gums and marbles at the local corner shop
Always quick on his feet and with nimble hands picking distinguished pockets
His first armed robbery succeeded with a toy gun filled with peas in the shooter

Fraud had not worked well that was for the learned and dyslexia had not helped
No Grammar School for him more like learning by doing and days on the streets
Short docket though for a man of his position so one final swoop for his nest egg
He neared the marble mansion torch and pass key in hand and lions on the gate

Gone with the times had an app on his watch to defeat cameras of surveillance
He could smell prawn cocktails roast ducks cranberry sauce and aged caviar had
Booked a false passport and first class flight and now he was over the high wall
Dreamt of high balls and Tequila safe in the faith that the safe could be cracked

Past the burglar alarm silencer on the barrel he encountered some hindrance
A flock of black swans started a racket and snapped at his trousers and ankles
'No more chains nor shackles' he prayed but had come prepared with some weed
Sharing is caring and the birds suddenly docile in swan song very kindly agreed


18th April 2019

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