The burglar was tired of going to jail.
Every time he stole a purse,
every time he robbed a bank,
a superhero was waiting around the corner,
bizarre weapon in one hand,
handcuffs in the other.
The city had become saturated
with vigilante justice.
There was now a section in the newspaper
for “protectors of justice.”
The burglar took an ad out in the paper.
The ad stated that in one week,
the Forever Jewelry store would be robbed.
One might say he was supremely confident
that this time, things would work out.
On the day of the robbery,
hundreds of men stood outside the store,
all in regular clothes,
suits, the like.
All of them were reading newspapers,
with reading glasses on,
trying to avoid looking suspicious,
and failing miserably.
Suddenly, the alarm in the store went off.
Thirty men in trench coats ran
into a telephone booth at once.
There was mass confusion,
as people tried to avoid giving away
their secret identities.
Nobody could get out of the phone booth,
men and women were being crushed,
and a gentleman in a ski mask
strolled casually out
the front of the jewelry store.
As far as unlucky streaks go,
nothing is Forever.