FROM SMALL TIME TO BIG TIME A neon sign swayed in the stiff breeze, The pollen count was high today I started to sneeze. The street was busy people in a hurry, Still I lived on the street I didn’t need to worry. One thing I’ve learned is money will come my way, My way might not be kosher but I earn decent pay. Slipping a slide down the window of a car, A satisfied click the door is ajar. Radio easy to remove just cut a few wires, Bricks underneath and its off with the tires. All done while people walk around oblivious to my deed, Selling these goods will bring in a decent feed. I ware designer trainers and rap-around shades, I don’t leave any evidence after each raid. One last week I walked into a shop, With Nimble fingers I stole a few tops. As I walked into an alley trash littered the ground, Three men were following I spun hard around. This was not good one had a knife, the other some glass, There was no escape they weren’t letting me past. I was a thief not a fighter my bowls emptied down my legs, Now it was my tern to plead and beg. I was shoved into the wall legs lost their will to stand, “Take what I have” I screamed with an outstretched hand. “We will but after we have had some fun” I wasn’t laughing and I couldn’t run. Roughly kicked and hauled to my feet, A wicked glint my face was as white as a sheet, Slash and cut the pain was like nothing before, Then the glass and a kick and I were back on the floor. Pockets riffled everything I owned was gone, I was a bloody mess to even look upon. I recovered from this ordeal I just live with the scars, I still do jobs and steal the odd car. But now I’m armed my raids cost lives, Failing guns I kill with the glint of a knife. A gang is formed the West End is my rule, No one again will take me for a weak old fool.Birth sign: Scorpio
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