By George’s Girl 2025
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
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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