Treasure Island

John Thorkild Ellison

(17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

A Better Type of Crime (To a Moral Prig)


You're mistaken if you think I'm kind,
One day I'll rob you, steal you blind,
I'll take everything that you have got,
Kick you in the gutter, and there you'll rot! !

You make me sick with your bourgeois ways
And the way you think insincerity pays,
An INNOCENT crime would be a relief -
I'm raising my glass to a good, honest thief! !

Submitted: Friday, April 24, 2009
Edited: Sunday, June 28, 2009

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