Wednesday, April 20, 2011

poems that will probably never make it to the big times, but i love writting them anyway

Crime
illegal
broken rules
hopping fences in the middle of the night
getting the thrill and adrenaline rush
from seeing the flashing lights and wailing sirens
it feels great if you are successful
sucks if you get caught
running as fast as you can
avoiding the dogs right on your heels
somehow evading them
breaking the law only for the thrill
for fun
for crime
you are now a criminal

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