Thinking About My Brother Again...

Back in 1975, when I was young lad...me and Wayne were cutting yards to make a little money and we decided to go to Kmart to buy something. What happened was our first experience with shoplifting.
Though I am not condoning stealing, the incident was kinda funny so I wrote a poem about it:

The Saga Of The Batteries

Off to Kmart, Wayne and me,

Jingle-lingle ling.

All told we had 60 bucks,

we’ll buy a couple of things.

1975 or 6

Cassettes are what’s in vogue.

Player cost me 15 bucks,

we weren’t thugs or rouges

Well, the players in my hand

Baby, it was sweet.

Wait a minute…what is this?

I need six batteries

Wayne said, “What you doing dude?

for them we will not pay,

hold ‘em and walk out the door

I swear we’ll get away.

Don’t know why we did it,

we had loads of cash,

but we were young and semi-dumb…

We’ll take ‘em and we’ll dash.

Paid for the player, and the tapes,

walking toward the door.

Six “C” batteries in our hands,

eyes trained toward the floor.

Finally see the light of day,

we breathed out in relief…

All of a sudden, an angry voice

Says,” Where you going Chief?,

just turn around and come with me,

don’t drop what’s in your hand.”

Wayne said , “Go!”, and so I did.

We ran and ran and ran.

I wore down, they grabbed me up.

Stuck me in a room.

Seconds later ,cop radio says

My bro will join me soon.

So there we sat , looking sad

knowing what came next.

Took us down to juvenile

Made me call my dad.

Hours later here he comes

looking mad as hell.

“Never thought I’d see my boys

locked up in County Jail…”

Took me home and whipped our butts,

cuss words flowed like rain.

He took a sec to drink a brew,

then whipped our butts again.

What did we learn that summer day?

What was the thing to do?

When you buy appliances, jerk

you buy the batteries, too.