The Mugging
teetering the streets early morning dawn
as I left the swagger at the bar guzzling beers
I encountered the devil
the butt of a gun stopped the fun of insouciance
as for ever four metal plates in the face
not deter day or night the walk of evil
for the what not of few dollars in a pocket
an attempt at a slot to produce more
and the debit keeping its pin from you I smile still
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