Must have been nice
to be able to rob a bank
in the days when it was cool.
Just walk right up to the teller
waving a pistol around,
bandana over your mouth
making your demands.
In and out,
clean as a whistle.
No trouble at all.
Or maybe it wasn’t nice.
Maybe it made you sad
to take things from people
by scaring them into thinking
you’d rather end their lives
than ever have to be poor.
Blogger's being stupid, and I seem to be unable to upload photos, which sucks because I have several sick ones ready to show off, also I drew a picture on paint. Maybe one day you will see them, until then heres some nice literature!