What Would Winona Do


So, run, hop fences, jump over benches
When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker

–Ghostface Killah

Just run
For the love of God
The door is right behind you
Do you not hear
She’s calling the cops
The FUCKING cops

Run
There’s a whole counter between
You
And your captor
And the feds a solid five minutes out

What did you pilfer
Some surf shoes
And a shirt that says
“Sharkasm – I love salad”
If ya’ll don’t get ya’ll lily white asses in motion

THE DOOR
IS RIGHT
BEHIND YOU

There’s two of ya’ll
Dash out
Split up
Can’t catch you both

It ain’t like you’re
Cuffed
With a knee in your neck
A bullet ping-ponging your spine
You still know
Freedom
A chance at breath
A route of escape

If ya’ll don’t
GET THE FUCK OUT
While I pay for my goods
Like the nice upstanding citizen
I am

Or are you that safe

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