brazen the thief crawling
in filth and the breeding dens of disease and lies
his ragged clothes with many hidden jewels
his thin and dusty form with many faces
he moves like no man
clinging to the wall he appears sudden to you
and his quick speech is watery and thick
to hide his meanings
confusing you with a dazzling light
his fingers slip along your pocket
seeking the riches within
seeking entrance to the forbidden
seeking to ****** to unspeakable

his eye wanders along your clean face
leaving behind a taste of foul intentions
leaving behind a stench of misgivings and stolen words
you shout to force him to withdraw
but he will not flinch from his spider like stance
up on you
up in you

the brazen thief his long practiced appeal
wears down threadbare
and ends in a tattered
textbook of oddly crafted and poorly painted lies
he is no mans friend
he is no man
he is a rough beast
that knows neither sorrow nor regret
do not shield him
do not spare him