The searchlight pins me to the couch and lights me up like a criminal,
While I hear screams and yells in the dirty and dark alley below me.
Feet slapping against wet asphalt with a hint of desperation,
Nickel-plated revenge flashes out in a sudden quick draw.
Leaning over my brick balcony, hoping that a lead copper doesn’t tag me,
I watch a cruiser glide down my alley and swerve to avoid the huge rats.
They come out of the woodwork and glance after the police and grin like madmen,
Who knows if they live past tomorrow and how many days they have left.
