H1 ’N Then Some

Dead Crow

My swiss bank account

is loaded with four dollars

and a million pounds of cheese.

In order to maintain this status

I’ve assembled a team to assist me

with an onslaught of robberies

at butcher shops across the state.

The plan is to steal stacks of ham

and earn that bacon the hard way.

After shit goes down we’ll meet

back at the safe house in Bothell,

and split the profits

of pea soup and sandwiches.

Once I’m rolling in all that bread;

I’ll buy a new door for my bashed truck

and so much bling

that mockingbird is sure to sing.

Wait and see,

I will be the new boss of these mean streets;

without any beef.

I’ve never been so hungry,

and soon enough my plate will be full.

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Comments2

  • Shyam

    Strong!!

  • Cheeky Missy

    Marvelous! But you are excellently good with your loaded metaphors! Impressive, and although the topic is ever nasty and generally vulgar or flirting with it, it is delightfully well-written. Beautiful.



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