(To the tune of Lullabye and Goodnight)

Bag of dimes
As I'm running down the street

Cops behind
With half a mind
To start shooting at my feet

I took a dare
For half the share
Of a brokem gum machine

I now regret
With every step
Stealing such a heavy thing

Doing time
Well at least I am not troubled

What I do
All day is chew
Till my cell is one big bubble

The End

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