It’s never too late to start again,
to go on the run,
just tell me when.
I’ll head for the hills,
if I can still get my pills.
Take my chances
with the Sundances.
I know,
I’ll be the Al Capone
Of the old peoples home.
When I do that last bank
remind me to take my shooter
and recharge the battery
on my mobility scooter.
They tell me Bolivia is good;
where the banks are easy
for an old hood.
We’ll be Bonnie and Clyde
with no place to hide.
I’ll be the Dillinger
of the Community centre.
What have I become?
Public Enema Number One.
It’s just that when the feds finally get me
“The Man too Dangerous to Hold”
I’ll need a cell that’s wheelchair friendly
an electric stairlift and a commode.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com
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