The Free Three

Now that I remember,

I'll tell you a story of a group of three.

Good friends they were,

Who enjoyed it all, if only it was for free.

Hung out with some, waved along to most,

But failed to befriend any,

Or blamed it on another,

And those others on another,

They never chipped in a penny,

Together always they came with a smile,

And together they always walked,

When they hung out with someone and waved,

Along to most, the true reason were never talked.

Day after day,and week after week,

They came cherished and smiled with the glee,

Till one fine day,when everyone got robbed,

Except for our "free three",

The streets were scanned and choppers were shot,

But they gathered no clue,

And although one is dead,other hanged,

I know the third is you.