Night of Fun

Back to the bar,
We hurt no one
Slight of hand,
the knife and the gun.

Sirens wail in the blacktop mist
of the street light glow sanguine show
Sitting down the mood shifts
Parked too close and Wicket's pissed.

But that's ok the money's green,
Besides what we'd do in between?
So put on your cape, mask, mental stealth
I'll grind your bones and eat your wealth.

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