Behind Bars
You robbed a bank, you had no plan,
No getaway, no masked-up man.
You walked right in and took the cash,
Then signed your name, oh how rash!
The cameras caught your smiling face,
The cops arrived—you lost the race.
You tried to run, but tripped so hard,
Now here you sit behind steel bars.
No lavish life, no grand affairs,
Just prison food and awkward stares.
Next time, dear, think twice—alas,
Wear a bloody gorilla mask.
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
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