“FAIR EXCHANGE, NO ROBBERY!”
He held a pistol in his  fist.
"I want your money, dude," he hissed.
He waved the weapon in my face.
To shed a tear was no  disgrace,
And so I swallowed all my pride,
Cried a  little, then I lied:
"I'm a Congressman, you  see,
Straight from Washington, (D.C.)."
His face took  on a knowing smirk.
He clearly revelled in his work.
"Since you're a politician, jack,
The money's MINE, so give it back!”