I am sorry Mister Thief.
But it is difficult for me to believe,
You are here to protect your integrity.
Not with a water gun you are trying to pass,
As a weapon.
And that nylon stocking pulled over your head,
Has a run in it over your right eye.
Now...
Let me show you my loaded 45!
Mr. Thief?
Mister Thief?
Has it come to this?
People are desperate,
To keep their good intentions...
At any cost!
Even if they have to steal images.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a pity people must carry guns at all