I am important
My name is not important,
My figure is so plain,
My face is one that looks like many,
I'm considered a plain Jane.
My fortune is so minuscule
My home is way too small
My job is just so ordinary
I'm pushed up against a wall.
My wallet has a credit card
My purse contains no cash
Mu back is beginning to bruise a lot
I'm wondering if soon I'll be trash.
My purse is snatched from my arms
My wallet is seized from me
My back is leaking something red
I'm trembling on my knees.
My eyes begin to shutter fast
My pulse is getting weak
My ears hear no sirens coming
I'm sure my outcome is bleak.
My name is not important
My figure is so plain
My face is one that looks like many
I'm noted as Doe (comma) Jane.
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