It's true it was your turn, and
you should have gone first,
but you should have and didn't
so I went.
And anyway, I am always the one
to panic and shoot the guard. It's my role.
How was I to know he'd call in sick? You
were supposed to be crowd control,
I planned this thing perfectly.
It was explicit in the plan
that nothing go wrong.
I emphasized that point
several times, all through. It's
not my problem we make such
a hash of it. It's okay. You
did the best you could.
I'm sorry, I'm not mad - just
sorry. Well we both are, there's
an end of it. We'll do it better next time,
agreed? But first - whose turn is it
to do the prison break
I have an idea
This time you plan,
and I'll fuck it up
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Tuesday, October 27, 2020
criminal decorum
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