I’m slowly stealing all the spoons,
It’s going to take a few more moons,
But soon they will all swear fealty,
When they can’t stir milk in real tea.
I’m slowly eating every snack -
As soon as one is out I’m back;
Yet in the kitchen I’m never seen,
My snatch game is quite obscene.
I’m slowly taking all the toner,
I sneak in, become the owner -
And so they won't be able to print
While I’ll be making quite a mint.
I’m slowly learning I can’t stop,
Everything in my bag I pop!
Paper, stationery, compliment slips,
Computer parts, tea and hummus dips.
I’m slowly losing this, my job.
My only skill was how to rob.
And now I keep on getting caught,
And now my chances are at naught.
I’m slowly moving off to jail,
Caught up in the traffic’s tail.
If only I could take the key,
Live on the run, forever flee.
