(copied from my FB note)
This is my way of checking out Facebook's Notes feature.
What follows is a few words strung together in a non-random pattern.
If an event sounds like a story you told me, it probably is.
If I have abused your confidence, I apologise.
Amongst merciful friends, it is easier to beg for forgiveness than for permission.
Also, keep 'em expectations low; creative would be a stretch, I call it contrived writing.
They held a gun to my cheek,
A grown man lay prostate, sobbing for mercy,
And, care-free, I sat in my cradle.
They slapped a notice on our door,
At midnight, we hurried away from our home,
And, confused, I gathered my playthings.
They stopped us on the road,
A few crisp notes bought us our peace,
And, crestfallen, I unclenched my fist.
They raised a hue and cry far away,
A paranoia gripped the sheep in their stalls,
And, conforming, I cancelled my plans.
They surrounded us on their motorbikes,
A few knives glinted, some leered,
And, craven, I sank back and prayed.
What gods are these to justify these deeds?