EVIL DOERS
Sirens wailing in the distance,You see them looking around corners,
Watching from dark doorways,
Running down alley's, always looking over their shoulders,
Never making a sound,
They always seem to fade into shadows,
When you look they are gone,
Asking for a light, No cigarette in sight,
Hands in pockets as they approach the safe,
Empty pockets soon filled with ill gotten gain,
They smuggle the night away only to be on the run,
As the sun rises, Traces from the night disappear,
Retreating to their lairs behind blinds,Waiting once more for the night,
And the sounds of sirens once again.....
Richard(PHOENIX)Cartledge (c)6/09
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