Thief (C) 5-30-2010 Poem by Zahir Kijani

You could have anything in the world,
Anything just give me a least,
You could have my money,
My games,
My house,
You could even have my draws’
But not my love

However you didn’t care
You took what you wanted and ran with it
And plagued me with having to say goodbye
You dirty, rotten, diseased pig
You stole what was most precious to me

Do you not have a heart?
A conscience?
Sympathy?
Pity?
Why me?
What have I ever done to you?
I don’t even know you.
And no matter how hard I cry,
You still won’t care.

I’ve done so much and you did this to me,
How could you? How dare you?
I hope you rot in your sleep
Slowly, and deep, you creep
You beast, I hate you,
You…you thief