I had a gun
Planned it out
I drew it forward
And heard u shout

I jumped the seats
And you made a dash
I almost had you
Till wam bam crash

I hit the floor
So freaking hard
Few weeks later
I received a card

The greeting note
With no address
Its ironic picture
I was not impressed

The man stood
With white and black
Behind metal bars
Looking to attack

His cringing eyes
Unshaven face
Something I didn't realize
In a slow sudden pace

That dirty blonde hair
Humiliated eyes
That same large bump
To my surprise…

I looked around
Realised my fears
That picture on the card…
Oh dear…