
Van Ray gives a brief poetic summary to the show Fastlane and how he feels when he's done a job. not very good at summaries R&R&Enjoy Disclaimer: don't own fastlane or any characters. though i wish i owned Van.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 143 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 11-02-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4632846
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I am my job,
Don't you forget!
Candy store,
Makes me prime suspect.
What used to be Dre,
There's now Deaq.
No one listens,
When I speak.
Two Berettas
In my hands,
"Catch the criminals."
What demands!
"What we seize we keep,
What we keep we use"
How could a rule like that
Be refused?
Mercedes, Ferraris,
Circled 'round,
The room where Billie
Can be found.
So deep undercover,
That badges have no place,
Hoping not to see
A familiar face.
Parties, Races,
Shoot-outs, Deal.
Being 100% successful
Just isn't real.
I blame myself,
For lives lost.
Though the jobs wouldn't have been
Better off tossed
They say I make
A very big difference
The number of wins
Overpowers the victims
Being good at my job
Shouldn't make me vain.
So now you know,
Welcome to Fastlane.
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