This poem is actually based on a true story that my dad told me about.

That Crook Stole My Stolen Money

People are laughing but I don't think it's funny.
A dirty rotten crook stole my stolen money.
I was very happy because I successfully pulled a bank job.
But then that man pulled his gun on me and I was robbed.
I can't believe that it happened, it has been a terrible ordeal.
That crook stole the money that I worked so hard to steal.
This experience has left me bitter and appalled.
That thief didn't leave me anything, he took it all.
The cops caught up to me and I told them that the money was taken by that thief.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think that this would happen, it is beyond belief.
I failed to become a millionaire because of the money that he took.
I'm going to turn honest when I get out of jail, it doesn't pay to be a crook.

Poetry by Randy Johnson
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Written on 2015-06-18 at 16:19

Tags Funny  Humor  True 

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I thought there was honour among thieves. Thanks for this interesting story :)