The Angles Broke Free

Slipping out of a crawl vent tighter than a noose
was a feeling I wouldn't forget.
The files in the office were easy enough.
One copy for them, one copy for me.
I leave via the door this time, but . . .
the dark lit hall is filled with men and fists.
Someone throws a coat over my head.
Bam! I throw him a fist.
Another hits me with a chair.
Whack! I think there's a splinter.
Now a guy is choking me . . . with the coat.
Smash! I plant a knee in his stomach.
A needle is jabbed in my back.
These guys are professional. I can tell by their shoes.
They form a ring and pound me with their anger.
One guy is even using a half-empty bottle of cognac.
Crunch! Some teeth hit the floor and they're not mine.
Another needle ends up in my thigh.
A wall to protect my back is what I need.
I dive backwards and the wall becomes a window.
Crash! A two story fall becomes a thud.
I've never had this much fun since . . .
ah hell what am I saying?
I've got to get a day job.