is running riot
You’re the shop window
I want to smash
The sequins and pearls
I want to grab
The Lamborghini I want to joyride
The underpass I’d like to graffiti and tag
The copshop I want to torch
you’re the new shopping centre I wish
To half inch my hot threads from
And then do a runner
without getting caught
I’ll be the disturber of your peace
Harasser, trespasser, stalker and voyeur
They’ll catch me red handed
In disorderly conduct
And I’ll break in and enter
To make off with your stash
Load up my swag bag with your jewels
Your holiday savings,
your most precious valuables
Give me a jemmy I’ll crack your piggy bank
Put on the pants in your wardrobe
And nick all your cash
It won’t be legal
It’s not decent
I can’t have you
You’re not mine
I’m not allowed to retail you after midnight
I ran out of credit to take you on loan
I might have to kidnap and confine you
On the stake of a poem
Without you to pillage
My fantasy image
I feel like the fool who can’t find his village
In the fog without a horn
I’m lost and forlorn
When I look at your picture so classy and golden
It makes me feel like a lion without a unicorn
My infernal imagination
wants to paint itself onto you
To trespass on your forfended place
like a private tattoo
I feel things I couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t
I feel like I’m known ...
by your dream police
I’m guilty of betraying your honour
I feel like the hole in your donut
I feel as shy as a coconut
Like I’m known but not wanted at the moment
I'm always thinking things i don't want to, but...
it's like i think i want to be known
and arrested
and sentenced to a thousand deaths
by kangaroo jurists
i have to endure this.
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