10 dollars
On the bottom of the ocean,
Lies an antic ring,
So so old,
Thrown away,
Long time ago.
It was night over the city which at this time was very quiet. Only her high hills were echoing as she was stepping on the read and white marble. She took her card out of her purse and continued to walk toward the nearest ATM machine. In a minute she was there got 110 dollars out, stopped to take the small mirror and check her hair, than fixed her mini squirt and continued walking to the nearest street to get a cab. It took a while but she finally catch one and told the driver the address. The ride took a while, the man on the wheel tried to talk to her but she wasn't in the mood. “57 dollars” - He said when they stopped. She gave him 110 dollars and said give me 50 and keep the change.
In a golden cage,
Humanity resides,
Locked away,
From freedom touch,
But is freedom,
If not a dream,
Wake up and go to sleep.
He was lucky right after the lady exit the cab, a young man walked in, and sat on the back seat, telling him an address in a middle of nowhere. When they stopped the young man pulled a gun and ordered him to give him the money. The cab driver had a gun himself stashed under the seat he tried to rich it, but what a mistake he made. The gun fired. Bullet went trough his brain. The young man took his money and went to buy a heroin, which he did.
Latter he died of overdose.
Saturday noon,
peanuts and beer,
put on the tele,
trance show,
of some kind.
First at the scene was some cop who search the corpse, took the money and called it in. He was on his way home when as crash has happened and suffered heavy wounds from which he died.
Night over the town,
Almost no light to be seen,
A couple kiss,
Lovely scene.
Oh, and the lady from the start of the story died, apparently bus hit her while crossing a street.
Nothing is real,
Nothing is true,
Just like this poem,
And the story within.
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