Bump scam?
Urging, urging, hurrying.
A bully cracking resolution.
Exhilaration behind façade,
the pages fell,
And the insurance gone to hell.
True, I bumped you.
What were you doing right behind in a street going up?
Trying to gain a mere metre of vantage?
Or searching for a fool to scam?
Damned you and your eyes.
And I curse you ahead,
To be shot in your spine.
At least to discharge.
Since I can't get it done out of spite.
