'' I Got Caught '' Poem by Bri Mar

I ‘'borrowed'' some money from my bank,
Around a million bucks,
Now I'm languishing in the pen,
The financial system sucks.

I only did what others do,
That was to speculate,
I would have paid it back to them,
But the judge said that didn't equate.

I told her I was innocent,
It was just a bit of fun,
She asked me if that was the case,
Why did I need a gun.

I said I'd never have used it,
It was purely used for fright,
For when they seen my weapon,
They'd maybe see the light.

While I only stole a million,
The bosses steal more than me,
Yet none of them are by my side,
They're all out there bloody free.

If only they had not refused,
When I asked them for a loan,
They told me I had no chance,
It's like getting blood from a stone.

Just like them I helped myself,
Yet mine is classed as crime,
While the bankers rob us blind,
I'm in here doing time.

So the moral of this story is,
If you're going to rob a bank,
Make sure you get the managers job,
Then the police you can outflank.

While they're allowed to help themselves,
With no need to feel distraught,
The banker and me are so alike,
The difference is,

‘'I Got Caught''