Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Public Enema Number One.

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)

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