The Itch To Bring Off a Crime

Let me my audience a bit corrupt, My peaceful society dare disrupt, Protests by The Righteous erupt From fears one might The Taught adopt! If the itch is to bring off crime, Then feel this other itch of Time; I tell you vital 'timing crime' You become slippery like slime And doubly able to peaks climb, Never at the mercy of clime... Rogues who time crimes reach one's last dime, One leaves with vexed lips of sipped lime; A bathtub one thinks has packed grime. Gosh! I'd been trying to Smart Crooks prime For heists that are sure with mere mime Of faster actions that should rhyme.