I wear a disguise

reinforcing my well-though out lies,

watching for doubt in their eyes

seeing my lucky star on the rise.

I step on the plank

pirating all from the local bank,

wondering who I should thank

for my newly-elevated rank.

Withdrawing the dough

receiving nods from those in the know

shuffling feet to and fro

I try my best to saunter out slow.

The party began

out of the coals and into the pan!

Gunning my getaway van

it's nice to put one over the man.

 
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