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.
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