#2 The Thief

I really couldn’t give a fuck

If you say it’s yours or not

I will take whatever I want

And leave you here to rot

Ignorance

You think you know me so well

Yet you haven’t got a clue

For if you did

You’d see how I hid

All that I was from you

Ever Hopeful

Crossing
the road
slowly

Ever hopeful
of getting
run over

Leaving
the oven
door open

Ever hopeful
of inhaling
the gas

Drinking
spirits
every day

Ever hopeful
of pickling
the liver

Eating
salted chips
all night

Ever hopeful
of a heart
bypass

Bitter

Tell all
the lies
about me
you like

Spin your
twisted
tales
of spite

But half
truths won’t
make people
like you

And they
certainly
don’t make
you right

Indifference

Sometimes I do.
Sometimes I don’t.

Sometimes I will
Sometimes I won’t.

Deal with it.
Or don’t.

I’m not bothered either way.

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