Cool

I steal candy from babies
I rob liquor stores
I pickpocket old ladies
I short-change my whores

I sneer at the pigs
With a glare none-plainer
As I take a few swigs
From my open container

I loiter on Main Street
I snort a few lines
Guns talk pretty sweet
To evade parking fines

You think
I’m bound for the Joint
I’ll be in for a while
Let me get to my point
Baby, cuffs ain’t my style


**Note: I wrote this poem in high school. It is my favorite poem I have ever written. And it's TOTALLY autobiographical.