THE RIOTERS (memoir edition)

Chapter 4

The Boy was so startled he almost swung at the security guard

Who had managed to locked the doors, while the Dirt pounded hard

He looked the Couple over and at the Boy's cut head

"S'posed to come through the back, gonna end up dead"

The guard, cloaked in riot gear probably retired from the "Fuzz"

Led them through a spacious room the way a man who's seen enough does

Motion sensor lights sprung to life and The Boy's heart sank

The room was a velvet roped, empty tellers nest, inside a bank

Candace whirled in all directions, getting redder than a Lamb on an altar

The banner waving above their heads, 1st National Bank of Gibraltar



Their rouse was complete, a plan to get them safely down the street

Had led them to the seats, of the drunk and partying Elites

An eerie cold nipped at Them now, while waiting for the elevator to come down

Up to floor five like worker bees in sharp Perry Ellis shoes and a form hugging gown

The guard was humming with the music as the Young approached the Lair

The Guard however, stepped no closer to the door as if a force-field was there

Him and the Boy exchanged a conversation in the time-span of a kindred stare

And the Boy dove into the room leaving the Girl at the door unaware

that He went to retrieve bottles of beer, for there were plenty to share

He brought them back with stealth as not to alarm an onlooker

Sneaking the beer to the guard who invited Him to a game of snooker

Reluctantly the Boy had to decline, told him "maybe some other time"

The Guard nodded "If ya change ya mind, take the 'vator to flo' nine

He had maybe saved Their lives, at the very least some of Their bones

But he was a crumb in the master's pantry, and Crumbs must drink alone

The Young reunited and sheepishly joined, the mirth of the well-versed and well-coined

Liquids and Powders could be sampled everywhere, everyone eager to share