First Day On the Job In the City That Works
Awake before dawn, he jumps into his clothes
slides, headfirst, down the curling bannister
inhales a bowl of cereal -- Thanks, Mom! --
and bolts out the door into the old
used jalopy, where a nodding gunman
bides his time in the backseat
relishing the lamb's imminent slaughter
secure in the thought that even if caught
-- laughable, that -- he will post bail
and be back out on the friendly streets
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