I’m ready to do some entering and see what I can take,
That store looks nice with all its shiny doodads and whatsits
I think I’ll stroll on over and see what I can wrap up in my mits.
You’ll never see me in an orange striped gown,
I’m much too clever, much too quick in mind and feets,
I know my way through these mean, mean streets.
I fill my satchel and visualize my account going higher,
One more store and I’ll call it quits for the night,
Can’t be overly greedy, that wouldn’t be right.
I melt into the storm and let the water wash away my trail,
With a worthy haul for the evening, almost more than my back can bare,
Painfully bouncing weight can only mean: I’m up to no good, I solemnly swear.
The glint and gleam of silver and gold spin and dance like some fable,
I bath in the seduction of all that glitters, I relish the food the bounty will provide,
Then I wrap it all up, secret it away, the evidence I hide.
For too long the rumbling bellies of my wife and child has been the norm,
Tomorrow I will turn my plunder into groceries, and we will have a feast,
Sometimes being truly bad, of all my concerns it is the least.