Bank Robber Poem by Corey Fauchon

As we start to bolt;
They pick up their colt;
We never were careful;
We were always joyful

As the bullets start to fly;
We see one hit a guy;
We quickly dash a corner;
It feels like what I'm wearing is a sauna

We can see our getaway car;
We can run, It aint far;
Another shot, One goes down;
There goes another clown

As we get to the car;
Another clown goes down with a bar;
As I try and turn the key;
I turn & try to see

They got two, Two left;
Time to run with the theft;
They can't catch the best;
Better settle with the rest