A Fugitive On the Run
I robbed a bank today
Suprisingly
I got away
The cops were just seconds behind
The money so much money
is mine
I cant believe
I pulled it off
Just a hoodie, bandana,
and a plastic gun airsoft
I told that teller
give it all to me
So scared
so frightened was she
put in the bag
stuff it nice and full
or I will be forced
to give this trigger a pull
Everyone stand down
not a single noise
I pulled it off
with stellar poise
As I left
I had goosebumps up my spine
I finished it like the movies
in record time
I got away I made it
no repercussion in sight
Until I was alone
that very same night
Couldn't stay out of the windows in my home
They showed my photo on the news
(I must be known)
What did I do
there is no turning back
Need to stuff this money
into my pack
Stuck constantly
looking over my shoulder
Life as I knew it
is completely over
Going to hit the road
see what I can find
The worry the guilt
racing through my mind
I thought I was successful
but the aftermath isn't fun
Wait this means
I am a FUGITIVE on the run
4/1/16
Copyright © Sean Trott | Year Posted 2016
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