The Shooter
The shooter from the train was sought
When police received a tip
And now it seems that he’s been caught;
To jail he’ll take a trip.
You’d think that in New York he’d find
So many spots to hide
Where he could leave no trace behind
With lots of time to bide.
Yet rarely someone in a scrape
(Or worse) evades the law
For each attempt at swift escape
Contains a fatal flaw.
New Yorkers now must heave a sigh
But not just of relief.
Despite the fact they caught the guy,
We’re filled with fear and grief.
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