A Poet and a Thief

You call me A poet and a thief, So let me indulge thee I'll make this short and brief, We're all alike you and I A tooth for a tooth And eye for an eye, Makes us thick As thieves in a booth No lock to pick, If the door is open Why still do we break in To steal a heart Is this a sin? If done with poetry The rules are faulty, Meant to be broken Golden token Means; there's not a ruler That can't crack A diamond jeweler, So we find ourselves back to back Meeting on a level plain Stealing syllables from the insane We interpret and manipulate All vowels and consonants in prose Burglars thorns and words a rose...