She Didn'T Know Part Ii

She didn’t know pt.2 The Getaway Making my get away I was walking fast. Hiding the two bags of money in an old target shopping bag. Walking with no witnesses as to which way I went. It was all I could do not to break out and sprint. As we now know it’s not safe to wear a hoodie when you walk through a gated community. I saw the volunteer guard before he saw me. Briskly I ducked behind a large Oak tree, I didn’t wanna windup D-O-A in the middle of my get away. This time of morning there were no other prying eyes, so, I quickly changed out of my bold disguise. Slowing my pace, taking time to rub a little dirt on my face. Karma and luck were with me, still no one gave chase. Made it six blocks and on a corner. Found a man looking out of place. We made a traded and I give him a good deal. For his card board sign that said (Help I’m Homeless) He got a white sweat suit and enough cash to eat a good meal. I give him another twenty and said to have a good time. Because for the rest of the day this is corner is all mine. So, I stand on this corner with my help the homeless sign. Hiding in plain sight, in the next poem. I’ll tell you what happened to me that night.