Shoplifter

A poem about shoplifting. True story.

So there I was.

I don't know why I did it.

I just did it.

Big puffy coat in April,

Sun shinng, everyone else

in shirtsleeves,

Sweating.

Me, boiling.

I don't know why I did it.

I just did it.

I grab the bottle,

I don't even drink.

Just for kicks, really.

Right in front of the security camera.

I don't know why I did it.

I just did. it.

Then a big guy twisted my

Arm behind my back,

Asking me if I had any needles

In my pockets.

Handcuffed, cold steel.