Life Of A Pickpocket Poem by Dillon Keuthonymos Crawford
Life Of A Pickpocket
The movie winds on
The Sun begins to fade
You open your mouth
Now the lies begin to spread
Don’t take me mistaken
I’m only stating what the truth is
Because as you can see were all watching you
Slipping your hand in and out
Last time I checked that’s not your pocket
That’s not your wallet
Life of a pickpocket
Heh…
Don’t beg for mercy when your movie ends
By: Dillon Keuthonymos Crawford
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