Poetry Thievery

Any good judge and jury would convict me Slam the door shut, toss out the key High crimes and misdemeanors in the first degree Caught in cahoots with poetry Armed with pen and paper in hand Stealing from me all that I have Until my muse says there's nothing left Empty's the till inside my pounding head I'll sing like a stool pigeon in the hot seat In a police line up I'll point out the poetry Say that's the one that did this to me The one with the sly smile and rhyme in his teeth I'll throw myself on the mercy of the court Plead insanity as I cackle and cough To tell the truth if you only knew That last statement is not too far off