Smoked Sardines & Fools

Smoked Sardines & Fools
by Catfish McDaris
I kept feeding white phosphorous
aka Willy Peter to my grenade
launcher followed by high
explosive, popping smoke
Attempting to hide my activities,
the armored car boys were a
feisty crew, their tin can was bound
to yield its treasure eventually
My cell phone went off, it was
grandma, “Honey come home,
the Clearing House Sweepstakes
folks are here with a $7,000,000
check made out to you”
I could hear the police sirens
calling my name, among
other things.