Said the thief

The secret life of life (working title)

You hate thieves and spit at their feet.
But I have swum in the bay of Bengal.
I am not seen when I walk down the street.
Though I will be the only one who helps your mother when she falls.

Disgusted faces will be worn by your friends,
when I clear the table of your cold money.
You can't know me because you are not me.
You have learned to read words, not people.

Lightness of foot carries me on and off trains
We are both at the top of our game.
Yet still you try to pity me, so I steal
from your deep and stupid pocket

Because you too are too ignorant to
recognise that I have lived
and seen far more of the world than you.