Mugged

Walking down the street,
Into your next destination,

Suddenly you get pulled into a hidden alley,
By a bunch of bandits,
Their faces hidden by black masks,
With no empathy, a gun is pointed to your head,
The cold metal muzzle touches your forehead,

Forced to give up all your money,
By the New York City thugs,
But money is what you don't have,
Unbelieving as they are they force it out of you,
Pushed up against the wall by one thug,
As the other takes your wallet,
Finding hundreds of dollars cash,
The thugs uncover your secret stash,

They look at your guilty lying face,
You knew the whole time about your lying ways,
You get punished in horrid ways,
And leave the alley stunned with blood running down your face,
And enter your destination walletless,