The most unusual thing i ever stole? a snowman.
Midnight. he looked magnificent; a tall, white mute
beneath the winter moon. i wanted him, a mate
with a mind as cold as the slice of ice
whitin my own brain. i started whith the head.

Better off dead than giving in, not taking
what u want. he weighed a ton; his torso,
frozen stiff, hugged to my chess, a fierce chill
piercing my gut. part of the thrill was knowing
that the children would cry in the morning. life's tough.

Sometimes i steal things i don't need. i joy-ride cars
to nowhere, break into houses just to have a look.
I'm a mucky ghost, leave a mess, maybe pinch a camera.
I watch my gloved hand twisting the doorknob.
A stranger's bedroom. mirriros. i sigh like this - Aaah.

It took some time. reassembled in the yard,
he didn't took the same. i took a run
and booted him. again. again. my breath ripped out
in rags. it seems daft now. then i was standing
alone amongst lumps of snow, sick of the world.

Boredom. mostly i'm so bored i could eat myself,
one time, i stole a guitar and thought i might
learn to play. i nicked a bust of Shakespeare once,
flogged it, but the snowman was the strangest.
you don't understand a word i'm saying, do you?