The body art, tats were on display,
wearing his sleeveless t-shirt that way,
the      other
Guy, put cash in his hand his way,
red cap off centre and tipped on display,  
        brother,
what a pair, money for a bike, say
the one selling the bike did not own it, say,
the   other,
Homie, the bike to buy and pay,
with cash that was not his.  Their play,
off each other,
one the illegal proprietor and okay,
the buyer-beware, measured each in a way
the other,
could understand.  

    It was criminal to watch this pair.  

Tats modus vivendi,
smooth shaved head,
took the cash and held the pile in his grease stained
hands, it was ***** before he touched it, but he knew that.

New owner and friend, the stained
pick-up truck, his pale chum in the white T,
stood at a distance carefully.  Deal done in 2 minutes flat,
buying stolen goods is a crime,
crime does pay,
well it did for both of them today.