Thief

Thief

He's a big fan
of a four letter band.
He keeps pens that don't work
in his bag for work.

He's a slow thief yawning.
He picks the early morning.
He comes in with the milk.
It's always later than he thinks.

Scum nights spent chewing a zinger.
No space to masturbate with a finger.
"Excuse me playing the tease,
spare any change please?"

It's an illusion
that life has a conclusion.

(c) Lita Doolan