Choose crime or art.
Distractions
To retract
The pain of youth
Fearful truth,
Not for lack of capability
But for fear and ambition.
Unloved children,
Let us wrap our heads in your hands
Let you place your hands on our heart
To squeeze this odd muscle
Not to squeeze back life
For we have plenty.
But to apply a pressure
of stranger warmth.
A sharing of strength to dispose
Of the majority rules.
Know not our faces nor our names,
But know our mutual existence
As a hand pickpockets a soul.
The artist
The criminal
We had no choice.
