Monday, May 14, 2012

The Junk Rat of the Crooked Crooks Company

*The life of a thief, especially in the secretive, underworld guilds where shadows are darkest, can be a constant struggle to simply get by. The Junk Rat was a curious creature I came across who attempted to steal my pocket watch, but instead I robbed him of his story...*
  

Racing
Scrounging
Picking
Pocketing
Twisting your ring around in my fingers
But you won't miss it
You'll buy another from that bubble-laying
Vending machine
The other thieves of our brotherly fraternity,
they know us as the Crooked Crooks Company
Say all I bring back is junk
What a load of skeptical bunk
So I keep my findings in my nest
Stashed away, hidden from the rest
Snooping
Prying
Keeping my ear to the ground
To hear for any invasive sound
Deceiving
Lying
When the boss demands to see my finds
He tells me my garbage wastes his time
Bleeding
Crying
My hide's a tapestry of disciplinary bruises
For all of my lame excuses
At night I hide in my treasure trove
With all my purloined prizes that I love
Breathing
Sighing
I may not pilfer gold or silver or jewel
But at least you won't think me cruel
If I take what you would have let decay
I'll love it forever in my hideaway
Protecting
Keeping
Smiling
Sleeping

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