21/01/2024
On the following Monday morning....
On the following Monday morning, it would all come to a head
At this time, he saw no future, his previous life now dead
For years he had escaped this day, through mirrors, smoke, and prayers
The partners at his practice would be staggered at the layers
It seemed it had caught up with him, so he simply had to run
The deceit now in the open, the lies exposed and done
He had grown somewhat complacent, as he went from day to day
He had seemed so like a winner, as no questions came his way
On Friday he withdrew his cash, and headed for the dock
He could not face the prison, or the sounding of that lock
As the motors powered behind him, he released the holding ropes
He sniggered as his thoughts recalled, how his colleagues were all dopes
As the light ahead now brightened, he was into open sea
It seemed all his plans were working, in the effort now to flea
Far behind he heard a siren, and the panic soon returned
His escape plan not so perfect, the authorities had learned
Though he opened up the throttles, the pursuers quickly gained
Of the distance left behind them, there was sparse that still remained
It was clear the battle now was lost, he was filled with fear, and dread
On the following Monday morning, it would all come to a head
