The Thief
He knew no other trade, he had
no profession, nor a university diploma,
he was a piece of deformed wood, as his
father called him, the thief, yet his
education was by the best of trade
in the hungry, conniving streets of
trickery, in the school of life, where he
learned the ropes: when to act, who
to target, which is the best time of day,
especially at night under the auspices
of darkness, he quite unexpectedly
fell onto a passerby only to grab his
wallet in the few seconds of attachment,
such good grades he had received
in the unerring school of life and he
always took advantage of the situation
making a living, a thief’s living
on the backs of unsuspecting people
who think they know better since they
had their education in royal schools
and the thief follows something
someone else started eons ago
he too became one of the morons
who followed behind the little man
hiding his littleness in his stolen steps
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