The Thief Poem by Matt Burgett

Items disappear
From here and there
A pocket book, a purse
Even a brush for your hair

Gold coins and dollar bills
Become your revenue no longer
When the thief acquires them
He continues to get stronger

Until the day you get home
You catch him in the act
You knew there was a thief
You knew it for a fact

Then busting for the door
At the sight of you
The thief is gone with everything
And now the thief is you