My Turn Poem by Estefano Molina

Sleep deprived
Stayed up late last night
Waiting for the silence

Some young kids stole a truck
Nice truck
Big tires and rims to go with it
Cops chased them outside my apartment
Red and blue lights
And lots of donuts
But they caught them
And the whole time
I was hoping those kids would get away
That's a life sealed and ready to go
Those kids lost more than what they know
And have yet to find out

I waited until the last pig left
Never liked them much
By that time it was close to midnight
I stepped outside
Accompanied by the Big Lobowski
Who never fails me
We sat in the loneliness that is the night
When is it our turn?
It's long overdue
Bad guys deserve a win once in a while