I REALLY hope that I am not going to be in trouble for posting a bunch of my literary works in here. But this forum gives good feedback and there was something else I couldn't remember.

This is probably going to be the last new post I make for a while concerning my own literary works, in other words, showing them off and wanting to be praised for them >.>

I wrote this one a couple years back randomly... Hence the name. I had no reason to make it, I wasn't depresssed (which, some of my best work comes from me being depressed,) nor was I like, feeling philosophical. I was in a good mood... Yeah. The irony is, I dislike poetry, I don't make poetry and this is the only piece of poetry that I remember making outside of school. Yeah, enough of the back story, time for the poem...

15 people went in that evening
14 never came out
Because on the 13th hour
Of the 12th day
Of the 11th month
Of the 10th year
9 police officers went in
With 8 detectives
Just 7 hours earlier
6 masked men came in
With 5 automatic rifles
Shooting 4 rounds
Into 3 of the people
Leaving 2 alive
Only 1 survived
I was the one.

Again, comments and criticism, if done politely, are very much appreciated.

It made sense atleast.
It wasn't so bad of a 'poem'-like thing though.
But, the good thing about it is that it concluded with what it started with.
14 never came out.

if they shot four rounds into 3 of the people, then what happened to the other 11 apart from the survivor?

Despite this the poem is quite good.

Heh.
I guess it's just the thought that counts?

if they shot four rounds into 3 of the people, then what happened to the other 11 apart from the survivor?

In the beginning of the poem, it says that 14 people never came out. Knowing this, you can assume that those 14 people died. Also, if I put any number that wasn't in order, the reasoning behind the poem would have been completely lost.

Give me the benefit of the doubt.