To Thief

To Thief Poem Lionel Derbyshire Thief His seed is to steal With his fingers long of sorrow He will have no regrets tomorrow Looting and ransacking freely Escaping plainly and frankly Everything is now on his back His sneaky goal is now infamous He just doesn't control himself About his habit of stealing ways His mother will regret him. The addict who breaks and steals Released with permission from a court He will permit to steal again His stinky hands mess up the house He stealth's here and there And activate the alarm The landlord hears a noise in his house. Thief is caught with dagger in his hand His grin is shocked Unforgiven he is shot dead Two bullets in the head To Thief Do not steal.