not minding my conscience, din.
Grabbed the pelf, to my fairish greed
giving the satiety to my willful need
Fast as I can, ran with my might,
Until my flesh, bled with the strike
stumbled on my knees, cried helplessly
Forgive me! Don't punish me, Please!
lashed with words, stares so loathsome,
recklessly dragged by the cops, gruesome
Enraged at myself, theft was a failure,
the deed I've done, with such a languor
locked up for days, and released with a warn,
I realize with guilt, not to be, target of your scorns