"Swindler"

Writter by Princess Of Quake

PG-13

NOTE, this is a VERY and I mean VERY confucing poem. Read carefully and you might find the point of it. Thanks.

If you understand it... what do you think, should I write an fiction out of this?

With a yawn of the century
I opened my eyes
glanced to left, glanced to right
normal it looked
the day I planned to be hell
and maybe in the evening
it could end up into a cell.

Slowly with a groan
I dressed up my stuff,
smiling not worrying
walked outside the house
seeing him sit there
waiting, just ME to arrive.

He smiled at me happily
exclaiming good morning.
"You look good today."
he said, giving me a kiss
I gave it a return
but the feeling was gone
he had betray me
and I would do the same.

On our way to the office
he glanced at me sadly
"it's gonna be dangerous,
more than usually."
I nodded caring no less
what could happen to me
I was doomed already,
and so was he.

Finally at the office
we waited for minutes
I heard only silence
but after a twenty
I only heard him whining
and when the time hit thirty
I had to tell him not to complain
"whine to the fat ass,
his the one who's late!"

Finally at the hour of nine
the Fat Man stepped in glaring
telling us the good ol' morning
giving up the files
groaning about the weather
dealing with Eberts' greeting
looking at us oddly
shaking his head saying
"Good luck, be back alive."
Yea right.

At the car he opened the folder
looked at it thoroughly
sighed passing it over
muttering he hated it.
I took the files
read them very carefully
perfect for my plan
it was a under-cover bank robbery
"But what does this gotta do with us?"

He bite his lip giving up a sigh
pointed at the file telling me to think.
And then in my mind, I made a list:
First we shall rob the bank
taking off the wrong cash
OK this is gonna be a bash!
We'll be doing the dirty work
Like, running off the cops
What?
Yeah, under-cover is the word
Even the cops think we're real...
Damn the fat ass!
Damn that other one too...

Few hours later
everything was ready
he made the plan
proud he was indeed.
then he had to give me a speech,
"Hey lovely, don't worry
we'll do this in a hurry
tomorrow will bring
the normal agent stuff."

I then gasped,
why I don't know.
"There's no normal agents
and there's no normal life
there's just an invisible man
who's boyfriend is a swindler"
he looked at me saying no more
and for a moment
I though I'd see it again
my lover kissing another
doing it behind my back
cheating ME.
"I told you it was a mistake!"
he then sobbed out
"I only love you, they meant nothing."
I gave him a cold look then sighing:
"Later Bobby, later, now to the plan."

Pushing the feelings down
we stepped out the car
running to the bank
starting with a loud bang
"Off to the floor
no heroes needed
and get off that alarm
- nobody will get hurt!"
he was sounding smooth
I know he was enjoying it
making people scared
playing a robber
not the cop he used to be.

Ten minutes later from the strike
like the plan said we escaped,
driving away madly
cops under the tail.
"God damned I hate that fat ass
they and their failed scams!"
I managed to shout,
just before the major hit was done
SMASH! and the car was off.

By the side of the road
we lied like half dead
I turned us invisible
by the time cops got there
"Shh Bobby shh, this will end."
he looked at me again
I saw it in his silver eyes
he truly was sorry
but I just didn't care.

"I'm sorry too
I just can't take it
and let you live
not after what you did to me
not after the love you took."
I kissed him gently
smoothing his cheek
then with a hard kick
smashing his brains,
then looking him die.

Turning visible I gave out a sob
cried out holding him strong
turning around I saw the cops
"Stay where you are!"
I lifted my hands up
my plan had succeed
theirs had failed.

"He didn't get the shot last day..."
Claire got the blame.

But my life goes on
though my feelings are gone,
nothing is changed
nothing is wrong
now here I sit
all alone in the darkness
all alone with my revenge
just all alone.