You, The Bank, The Knives

I went to the bank,

you were there.

When I got home,

you were there.

I leaned over for a kiss

You took two knives to my legs

Stabbed my upper thighs

And you ran out of the house

I went to the bank,

you were there.

When I got home,

you weren’t there.

I’m bleeding still

I’ve removed the knives

I’m recovering well,

Thanks for asking.

I went to the bank

I robbed it

And now I’m serving years

I committed this felony

Because I had a gun

Shot nobody

I’m still bleeding

I went home

You weren’t there

You don’t visit me

You are home without me

If it’s money you wanted

Why didn’t you just ask?

Why didn’t you just ask?

I would have given you my greatest jewels

© 2011 David Greg Harth

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