The first time I stole,
I was hungry.
Not starving yet but two days in,
And couldn't stop dreaming about
Peanut butter.

So I took a wallet left for a moment
On a store counter,
And I was small and eight years old,
So no one figured it was me.

There was 200 dollars in the wallet
All in twenties, so Mr. Bunch,
Must have visited his ATM,
Before his unplanned donation.

I wasn't brave enough to take the money,
And return the credit cards and driver's license,
Which I started to do later,
But this time I kept everything.

I learned quick that stealing,
Is not about a good plan,
It's about opportunity,
Seizing the moment kind of thing.

And so a purse forgotten on the seat,
Tips left too long under the side of a plate,
A man on a phone and an open brief case,
I kept my eyes open and mind focussed.


My biggest day is 9800 dollars.
3000 off a couple of tourists,
I almost quit for the day,
But a rich guy went to the washroom.

I have never been caught.
Guess it's cause I don't get greedy
And still live in the basement suite.
Life is a strange experience,yes-no?