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.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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