The Fall Guy My heart beats fast as if an uncontrollable train, I right things down, if only to keep sane. The air feels humid, an unbreathable mist, Joey touched my head, 'sit down I insist'. This is my first job, initiation to the #life, My parents are poverty and crime is my wife. I few thousand I hope to receive, Before I make my exit and plan my leave. The signal for go echoes throughout the car, The clown mask I hold only adds to the bizarre. We burst through the entrance weapons in hand. I spin like a dancer not knowing where to stand. Screaming words of noise and senseless sound, A screech of excitement for the money we found. My brain cannot function under abnormal stress, I know now I would buckle fast if under duress. The shotgun goes off not to far from my head, A civilian lies flat shot fast, shot dead. A panic of terror reaches my gaze, I listen intently to what the boss man now says. We grab the money and make for the door, My breathing is laboured as I gasp more and more. We reach the darkness where cold overtakes heat, I run as if bricks are tied to my feet. The getaway car races off through the night, That's when I felt it and they vanished out of sight. Blood covered the bottom half of my clothes, I do not understand, where are my foes? The police arrive and see me and the knife, It remained lodged as it empties my #life. The purpose of my being was the fall guy I see, And now I dwell with only my cell mate for company.