Fresh And Sweet

Poem By Aram Stefanian

Fresh and sweet, Melissa was again on the tank
With her good buddy Bob she decided to shack up
After boozing it, they planned to rob a bank
But first they both needed one little skin pop

Armed to the teeth and masked, she walked inside
Pointing the gun at the clerk, she threw him a bag
'Fill it with money, or I'll blow your brains out'
Tongue-tied, he did what she said and watched her shag

About to walk out, she saw a security guard
Who pulled the trigger and shot her in the back
While Bob drove away, she woke up in the emergency ward
And thought aloud, 'How longer am I gonna be out of whack? '

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