Poem: Barbed Wire

Dreaming of a money miracle with ten million dollars in the bag.

Running toward the finish line and the yellow line in sight.

Growing thick barbed wire on the sides as a full blown nightmare.

Dropping the bag, the only option and such a shameful sight.

Stuffing a few packs down pants and shirt, losing it all.

Waking up from a bad dream with empty hands.

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