Mischief Poem by Glen Miller

Mischief



The young girl
Started off small:
Gas station stores
And stores in the mall.

She followed the boy,
Tracing his tracks.
On him she would never
Turn her back.

I witnessed this,
But I let it be,
For the boy wouldn't harm
Her as he did he.

She looked up to him.
What a model he was!
But she didn't care,
She just followed because.

She hightened her game,
Honed her skills.
She stole more things,
The boy stole pills.

She raised her courage,
Adrenaline filled her.
She was addicted to theft
And loved its allure.

She played the odds,
And for awhile she won.
She got sloppy just once
And her plans were undone.

The judge said probation,
Her mother said grounded.
For awhile she lived
Yelled at and hounded.

She claimed to be changed:
Never to steal.
All believed her,
But the change wasn't real.

For awhile she lasted-
Resisting the thrill
Of stealing diamonds,
Of pocketing pills.

This time she stole
From the wrong person.
A night in the hospital,
Then off to prison.

The judge was harsh,
He didn't let up.
She just sat there and took it
Without a look up.

She got house arrest
And also probation.
Never allowed again
Into a store in the nation.

When she got out,
She was happy indeed.
She'd never again
Do that terrible deed.

She enjoyed her room
It was no more barred.
But she didn't know
Old habits die hard.

She saw the diamond
And made the lift:
Embracing a life
Of endless mischief.

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