The accountant(flash fiction)

He was counting, that was his job.
“Hey Joey!” He screamed.
“2 multiplied by number pie is what?”
Joey had a grin on his fat face,”I guess…Infinite.”
The accountant nodded to himself, his black eyes where now more bright than his dark suit.
Suddenly they heard a loud bang on the door followed by the words FBI and to get down,
the accountant and Fat Joey Salerno got on their bellies.
When they reached the FBI headquarters downtown New York the accountant first words were,
“Fellas, I count the money given to me by decent people.”
The FBI man looked at him and replied, ” decent to help your cronies with the heist?”
“What heist? You got me doing a heist? I count, I´m a simple accountant.”
Two hours later the accountant walked out free while Fat Joey sat in a holding cell,
another day in the job of the accountant, another day free, twenty years at his job
and twenty years of freedom and riches. Nobody knew where the money had gone,so many
accounts in so many banks so many transactions and so much deceit, deceit was the trade of the accountant.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

the real gangster

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I’m an uneducated fool
with no money of mine
it all went to the good wine

I can’t stand your precious life,
kids,husband, money, expensive vacations
and so on and so forth and that is not of worth

Nobody is going to teach me
so how can they reach me?

I don’t care,
since money is money
and they love you with that honey
but hold on to it since people like
me can steal that money
and get myself all horny.

P.S Now I’m going to steal some things in the supermarket, so if you don’t
hear from me is because I will be in jail.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.