Is it particularly cruel or unkind
to admit I possess a larcenous mind
I enjoy the feel
how I do like to steal
I peruse what's in stock
then take what I find
Slashing my sale prices past 90% off
A half a step ahead of the cops
I admit, not everyone
likes or agrees
when I put the arm on you
and I squeeze
But, I must make a living
Some people like giving
I give you a headache
hold the thank you and please
You demand restitution
You're throwing a fit
I can't help you
My fences have already shipped
If it's not bolted to your floor
or nailed to a wall
rest assured
I'll drop by
to make a house call
Where I'll snatch
and remove it
you'll lose it
I'll move it
forget it
that's it
and that's all
Buddy Bee Anthony
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