Counterfeit MoneyA Poem by Randy Johnson
I make money that is not real.
I love to make counterfeit bills. I have a contact who steals the paper that the government makes. My counterfeit money looks like the real thing, I make no mistakes. I counterfeit fifty dollar bills. I have talent and I have skill. I make fifteen million bucks of counterfeit bills every year. But something has gone wrong, the Secret Service is here. They just busted down my door and I'm being placed under arrest. It's a pity that they found me because when it comes to making counterfeit money, I'm the best. I thought my operation was fool proof, I didn't know that I would fail. I underestimated the Secret Service and now I am going to rot in jail.
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Added on January 26, 2022 Last Updated on January 26, 2022 Tags: Counterfeit, Crime, Fiction, Money AuthorRandy JohnsonTNAboutI was born in Middlesboro, Kentucky on August 20, 1971. I've lived in East Tennessee since 1973. My hobbies are writing and drawing. more..Writing
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