Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on September 25, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

She’s wanted for her crimes across the state
But Passions won’t give up without a fight
She’s not the kind to sit and wait for fate
Who cares if running naked ain’t polite!

The guards are busy watching her perform
Instead of keeping watch outside the walls
The noises that they hear must be a storm
Each one of them is thinking with his balls!

Now Johnny’s gang are ready in the street
With dynamite to blow the jail apart
While Passions sweeps her warders off their feet
He gives his men the signal they should start!

The Chief cannot believe his lucky day
His dream has come alive and blows a kiss
Too bad the time has come to run away
She’s always been a quite explosive Miss

Machine guns play a stiff staccato song
And dynamite supplies the undertones
A day that started right has turned out wrong
They leave a smoking mess and dying moans

She’s in the car and sat at Johnny’s side
To shows him just how grateful she can be
He’s gonna have his greatest, wildest ride
As Passions makes the most of being free!