Dumb Kid

DUMB KID He knew he shouldn’t The knife was right by the door In the Woolworth store His inner voice warned “If you’re caught you’ll go to jail” The thought made him pale But he’d ne’er been caught The knife just a pocket one (Pocket it for fun) Quick thought was careless And he grabbed the little knife Gulped – ran for dear life! Out the Woolworth door (Army of cops in pursuit Store lady to boot) And he ran and ran - First time for childhood danger, And nothing stranger Every passerby a foe Mother and home far away Such an awful day! A hot summer day, The sidewalk cracks flashing by, Tear drops in his eyes, This breathless, cold sweat. Ran till he could run no more From that Woolworth store Collapsed on a bench - If he was caught, then, so what? Made him think a lot (Oh boy! That was close) (Never would he steal again) (“Thank you, God – Amen) *Kind of Senryush.