Conman Thief

They call me con-man thief,

They say I like to steal money

They are wrong about me honey

I don’t care for money

I care for the prize

and for my life

in yours wife.

In her mind we can shag

In her mind in her bag

share a moment stolen

from the hustle and bustle

and everyday struggle

and I might be awed in turn

frequently am

My mind is a log jam.

Free of freedom

and longing for prison

I care for things no more

but they come for me

all the same.

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Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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