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Lunchtime Bandit
standing in a line at a bank one time
trying to mind my own business
musta been christmas or kwanza or rashashanon
or yom kippur i'm really not sure
when somewhere up ahead in the middle of the cue
a man pulled a ski mask outta his shoe
and all the people well they stood and stared
and someone whispered maybe baby, but no one dared
and no one asked, we just stood in line
so there we all were waiting in a bank
with an ordinary man in a ski mask
asking ourselves the question
is he just cold or a cold blooded killer
waiting for a chance to pull a little thriller
and nobody knew what to do or say as the tellers all
turned a worried face
and the bank grew quite as a keep
as guards with guns began to creep around
without a sound - we all got masks
and you could be somebody
anybody
robbing banks or robin hood
maybe zorro
zapatista
unknown comic hollywood
with no time left on a ticking clock
i had a momentary lapse of indifference
and boldly broke the ranks
cutting through the line to the head of the fold
where skimask man was looking mighty cold
i indulged in eloquence elucidated circumstance
but i do not think that he understood
he only stared at me and did not say a word
and though i asked he kept his mask on low
determined to discover the nature of his cover
i had to resort to mime - crude but reliable
i formed my fingers into the shape of a gun
and did my best impression of a bandit on the run
he looked at me and then he laughed and slowly pulled away his mask
and all the people well they were just so relieved
as guards with guns retreated to eat their lunches again
we all got hunches my friend
we all got masks
Copyright Gregory Alexander Morris 2001
All Rights Reserved
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