Acquisition (A Poem)
Proudly, his profession is Acquisition
His is a professional acquisitionist
Don’t ask me how,
Ask me why, and thank God he is alive.
Pilfering Master
Master Pocket Picker
Born in the street, consequentially grew to love
black
No, not black, but dark.
He acquires all he wants uninvited in the dark
Then the black uniform men caught up
Locked in bars
Cries to see the stars
Shot a widow cold blooded
And now her children cries.

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