Nearly Bagged It.

Nearly Bagged It.

Had I enough of life?
Dear God, what if he’s got a knife?
Cannot breathe, my head's in a spin.
Black terror rushes in.

I cannot run anymore,
but he’s still out there, that’s for sure.
Heard the footsteps after leaving Sue’s.
He’s coming, what’ll I do?

Fled across the open park.
Saw him following in the dark.
Ran as fast as my legs would go,
but soon they tired and so…

Clinging to a stair wall,
certain he’s seen his quarry fall.
My heart is pounding, breathing fast.
Will this sight be my last?

Footsteps get closer still.
Grabbing the Mace, knowing the drill.
Wait for the face then spray like hell.
Footsteps come close and then…

“Why did you run?” Sue says
A troubled look upon her face.
“I only wanted my bag back.
They’re both alike, and black.”

Felt a fool and blushed red.
“Sorry, I didn’t know,” I said.
Swapped two bags that looked just like clones.
Said goodbye, then limped home.

Next day, shopping on-line.
Replaced the black for one in bright lime.
Next time I leave a friend’s affair,
I’ll take my bag, not theirs.

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