The Pavilion

By Gaurav Parab

I am looking around at the mirrors staring back

Little do we know about the impending attack

A shrill whistle blows through the air

As one of us falls from his chair

The police are here, the police are here!

All we had were a couple of glasses of beer

A big burly cop walks in with a smile

You will all walk to the Police van in a file

As they push the bodies into the waiting van

I can’t believe how all of this began

So, I go up to the policeman and slowly ask

Are you calling it a day, is this you final task?

Or did you solve a few crimes today?

For praying to god, and forgetting to pray

Picking up kids in a tacky place called The Pavilion

Should you not pick monsters that kill by the million?

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