With a Thief Make Relationship Brief

My savings account was ready for his deposit But got exactly The Opposite: Thirty thousand our agreed amount And simply ‘Three’ credited to my account… Who can have his person spoilt And the virtuous milk in him split? I would say I could remember His being obviously a cult member: Rather a face unforgiving and somber And a habit of counting women like number Now that I sense ‘Some Sort of Thief Our relationship should be damned brief He may others’ valuables freely grab Not mine who can’t tears steadily dab.