Us Pistol With Russian Bullet
A big cash withdrawal with my verve,
Then sighting watching crooks did a swerve
Only God knows where I got the nerve!
Like one who does in the Army serve...
Perhaps, because it's my last reserve,
A lot I'd lost others didn't deserve,
Treasures forfeited I could preserve
And to this leave not it conserve...
Money withdrawal with Machine Card,
Next saw snatchers that would make life hard,
One with a shot gun had out pulled it
US Pistol with Russian bullet
And just like that I found the courage
To off the scene bound, no brain damage.
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