I know what I need:
a canister for the beans — air-tight —
then a bank job: small bills, untraceable,
and an alibi — air-tight.
Poem
I know what I need:
a canister for the beans — air-tight —
then a bank job: small bills, untraceable,
and an alibi — air-tight.
Read it. Don't read it. I don't really care anymore.