I Am a Goddamn Thief

“You ready?” Samuel asked. “You get one more try.”

He took an enormous breath and

Expelled a room shaking belch.

I took a cautious sniff.

“Italian Beef?” I paused. “With hot giardinera.”

“Bingo,” he said, handing me five

Well-earned dollars.

 

I have to admit.

I am a thief.

I saw the inspiration to this poem

on the Internet.

 

I feel very guilty now,

But not guilty enough to

take this poem down.