FabSwingers.com forum: Poem about my past

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Late night creeper

My poetry’s deep- and now its about to get deeper

This ones about a thief...he’s a late-night creeper…

He’s got a beautiful girlfriend and a beautiful child

But they can’t tame the cat because the cat is wild

He goes out and enters the world at night

This is his time- the dark is his light

He walks into a neighbourhood and chooses a house

Time to go to work and be as quiet as a mouse

He pops the window open and listens for noise

In the distance a dog barks…another one cries

Everything is still...so it’s time to get in

Here goes another chapter in his book of sin

He stands in the living room- it’s so very dark

From outside he can still hear that stupid dog bark!

Suddenly its bright as a car drives by

Oh shit- that was close and he lets out a sigh

Okay, he found what he came for so it’s time to get out

He’s halfway out the window when he hears a shout!

Suddenly from the shadows a blue uniform appears

To be caught in a house is one of his deepest fears

The house is surrounded- the game is up

His life is half empty- so is his cup

So on with the handcuffs… to the police station he goes

He’s going to prison- deep down he knows

Pictures of his girlfriend flash through his head

If only he had listened when she asked him to go to bed…

There’s nothing romantic about the life of a thief

He’s short on morals- he lacks self-belief

So, the next time you think about robbing someone’s home

Just think of where you’ll end up… remember my poem

You’ll just be digging a hole that gets deeper and deeper

Life’s not good for a late-night creeper…