Land Feet First

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. Proverb Let me tell you a story: subjected to twenty-four hours of snooze the same old news played on repeat passed as if mouth to ear better yet the strange the criminal caught in the act incomplete acrobat trapezing through the ceiling to stare squarely into the eyes of the law his gun in his pants he can’t reach he swings around like a caged bird hoping to freefall so he can make a run for it the fake cop says, “Get a load of this, boys!” then he throws the youngster to the ground, “Off with you! We were here first!” and then, the fake cop turns around and stares into a real badge - his eyes chest high the cop’s eyes hanging over his head, trapezing until they wink, “Take him away, boys!” the rubies, sapphires and diamonds sparkle. necklaces and bracelets, safe… well, two bracelets clasp the wrists of the outwitted twit painfully so alas his girlfriend will find another dupe a younger one who just might get the job done this time he’ll land on two feet with his gun in hand smarter than his former self he’ll send a note incognito from a private island to a cocky jailbird as him and his eye candy clink together their passionfruit mojitos heads thrown back in the throes of laughter and lovemaking 4/23/2022 Form N - Narrative Sponsor: Constance La France Theme: Funny