• I sneak in through the door,
    silent and slick.
    The only sound is that of the clock
    tick tock tick

    I slide by the cameras,
    slit the gaurds throat,
    tiptoe up the stairs,
    and see the daimond coat.

    I cut through the glass case,
    I grab the prize.
    All the way back whispering,
    "It's mine, Mine, MINE!"

    I then hear the sirens,
    and I run for the door.
    Above all the noise I hear,
    more footsteps on the floor.

    I trip,
    then I fall.
    I hear them too,
    feet pounding through the hall!

    I pick myself up,
    and sprint to the door.
    I begin thinking
    that I may just get out, more, and more.

    I burst outside
    and sprint down the street.
    I don the daimond coat
    to protect from cold of the snowy sheet.

    I turn down the road,
    smell the sweet scent of buns,
    and know in my head,
    that the deed, has been done.