America's Most Wanted
Most people would not try to arrest me,
Or even think about shooting it out.
Surround me with bullhorns ready to shout
Tough, not as tough as they pretend to be.
Which detective will bring me to my knees,
And when will he begin to fight this bout?
No detective has ever had a doubt
That I will ultimately remain free.
Every time a detective gets close,
Destiny has always kept us apart.
Police Officers just might get a dose
Of my poison, delivered with a dart.
Even bounty hunters will get "out-grossed,"
Through the visions of a hole in a heart.
Copyright © Dakarai Cobb | Year Posted 2010
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