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Three tall men in dark shades,
pulled up my door in an unmarked bus and rang my bell;
their clothing was quite classy,
they looked in their early forties;
and with drawn guns they made me feel like a criminal...
Was I some monster of society?

They approached me hastily and with arrogance they surrounded me
by displaying their golden badges, " It's the FBI, you must come with us...
you have five minutes to say goodbye to your family! "
They wouldn't let me speak, or think of a silly lullaby. 
I ran inside and hugged Angela and mother who had frightened faces;
I was told my rights, then they handcuffed me and whisked me away;
" Take care of mother, Angela...tell her I'll be back, even though it's a lie! "
Stay away from Pete is a rat! Never make a comment to incriminate me! "

On the way out, neighbors gave me dubious looks...not believing their eyes;
some whispered, " I thought he was a nice guy! " What has he done? "
I saw Sam staring, he had a revengeful look on his tattooed face of gore,
" You will pay for this, freak! You called the Feds and set me up, they are lies! "
And he kept on laughing, dancing on his feet as my rage increased my heartbeat;
and he had the audacity to tell me, " Enjoy your stay at the Federal Prison, idiot! "

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