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.