The Mutual Victims Poem by Chris Kril

There's a lady downtown in gold
And she's waiting for you to pick her up
She's counting her dollar bills
Asking herself, "what am I doing"

You go to her just for thrills,
You clearly know what is coming
She wants to take her pills
Even though the rain is already falling

You look at her face once more
You see tear drops slowly showing

Then you start think of you family
Your little girl, in her bed
The foundation you built with your own bare hands
Is crumbling down instead

You realized you made a mistake
But it's too late to say you're sorry
You go home with your head down low
You realize your just another "Joe"