Wheel-man Murder

Hard currency and hard times

Wheel-man Murder 

Banks only deal in diamond currency
It is a crystal non cash kind of business
My ATM died last night from the withdraws
Brought on by nightmares of masked gun men
And get a-ways that escaped them
Wheel-man waits in the smoking car
To whisk the robbers off to safety
As the prostitute walks by unclean
Sunbathed in her own unsavory ways
The poor driver will never drive again
Dies from smoke inhalation perfumes
Some called it an act of kindness suicide
Others say it was a wheel-man murder
Carried out by stone cold killers
In the clear light of day