Five Finger Discount

(This is a fictional poem) While we were shopping, you tried to steal a bracelet that was worth a lot. But before you could get out of the store, you got caught. They thought I was an accessory so they prosecuted me as well. I'm mad because you got me arrested so you can go to hell. This incident has caused me a great deal of grief. My girlfriend dumped me because she thinks I'm a thief. You may not realize it but stealing is a sin. It will be a cold day in hell when I go shopping with you again.