OWN LIFE

To me the number one crime

Should be larceny

Steal what you want, please

But don't take it from me!

I've worked too hard

To have these things

That I need

But larceny is proof

People will steal anything

Emotional larceny

Larceny of time

Take what you will

But don't take mine

If you want to be a thief

Try shoplifting

(It's a victimless crime)

And you'll get what you want

Without waiting in line

With larceny

You're not stealing some thing

You're stealing someone

The victim is the intention

It's a jealous crime

Where no one wins in the end -

(And we shouldn't have to obsess

On loss prevention!)

The coward steals from people

Sits and stews all the time

Making master plans

For what they knows is not right

Like a Gollum

They obsess

With their "precious"

Every night

It's a grass is always greener thing

They see something they want

But have not

The energy to do it

And unfortunately

They don't realize

What they've gotten into

'Til they're into it!

This in turn makes them a victim

Suddenly locked in to swim

In their ill intentions

Caption and asportation

Be damned!

Then they cry up to God

Blaming Him,

Berating him

With their sinful errant hands!

Beating their fists at the sky

They cry out wayward "Why's?"

As if this God on high

Should be impressed with sin

But that's His moment

When He confides in them

That their life and belief

Is a lie

And though they lock that inside

Trying to expunge

Their newest acquisition

The larcenous fool

Shall never see true fruition

For the reward lies

In accomplishment

But all the coward gets

Is blandishment

From their own life