the arrest.

Behind bars
In our personal barricaded taxi,
Plastic walls
Keep us locked into truth.

Waiting on those
Who are employed to be concerned,
Yet will never bother
After they milk us for glory.

“Never two without three.”
We should have known
We’d joked too early
Two nights before his fall
That took us all to this place.

We take selfies
To make the waiting game easier.
Refusing to be victimized,
But almost feeling pity
For our former never-comrade.