Steal it all; please.
We don't need it.
Steal it all with great haste.
Claiming something is new and improved is two lies for the price of one.
We wouldn't use such a phrase to describe a new laser-precision gun.
Yet a man is just as likely
To steal that to steal bread, to
Feed his family.
The musician tunes in to a classical station to hack off a piece of timeless melody.
He's going to turn it into a one-simple-hook hit, you see.
He's stealing all, and he doesn't care.
He dumbs it down for mass consumption.
He doesn't care.
No.
Nobody does.
Not even
A little.
Steal it all; don't think just do.
That's most peoples
Attitude.
I'm not a saint.
And I'm guilty of it
Too.
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