Snagged

CRANK thinks backstory gives him Übermensch victim status, like
JOKER or Bane. Plots heist to make his name. His villain prop:
LASSO. In the event, it snags on a lamp post and hauls him to curb,
TOOTH chipped, getaway foiled, jewels rolling in the street.

Illicit Polka

CRAWL past the windows, to avoid
aGRO IN my fundie family, then
GLIDE away on my bike to the dance.
POLKA past midnight. Now, can I get back undetected?

We all scream for ice cream

BUSHY, furled eyebrows give impression of

WORRY and heavy burdens, standing there on the

PATIO looking pensively out over the scenery, but no:

SHAVEd ice spilt on the ground, and he’s miffed about it.