The King Of The Thieves Poem by Pierre Rausch

Directly related to your mind
Anything like it before
Want me to sleep
And when he said
Leaned into the doorway
That I almost wasn't scared
Of dwindling courage
Fuel immediately out
Then he seemed to loose
Would pass like it does
Reading the letter
Told too much
Everyone leaves them
To spread it out
Another example
And it's a little late
Corporate morality
Do it better in same manner
The secret exposed
Suppose I leave it open