Bandit

I was held up today.

My masked malefactor,

Using gleaming instruments of torture

From an impressive collection,

Inflicted on me much pain

As I writhed and clenched without escape.

I was prevented from crying out

Or calling for help.

I even bled.

The villian, obviously hardened to it,

Didn't even flinch.

Eventually, I was forced to surrender

A hundred dollars or so.

I was, quite literally, cleaned out.

And to add insult to this injury,

I was told to return again in six months!

—Darren B. Hiebert

January 2008

©2008 Darren B. Hiebert