The Perfect Pair

All in all we’d done quite a good job —
the sunglasses, the workers’ vests,
the guns — purchased from an alcoholic slob.
We’d even swiped an extra magazine from the desk
when he was smoking pot. We were perfect partners —
you, the distraction, and I, the main act.

We did a number on that bank and skedaddled
the hell out of there. Our Glocks were near empty
but our pockets were chock-full.

But you took my share and gave it to your brother,
and, quite literally, tried to stab me in the back.
So in return I gave you my last

bullet. Although you came out looking worse for wear,
I’d still say we were quite the pair.

Author’s Note: If you haven’t already noticed, its 14 lines give it away as a Sonnet. Such poems are usually about romance etc, but I decided to give it a little twist. Let me know what you think!

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