Getting Away with It
I get away with everything.
I put rice in my sister’s gas tank.
I stole my grandma’s engagement ring.
I’m the reason my uncle’s boat sank.
I’m the cause of the hole in Grandpa’s rug
and the reason the budgie starved to death.
My stuff is the reason the house is so snug.
There’s barely any room to take a breath.
I never do a single job
and make others’ jobs very taxing.
Their debit cards I rob.
Their credit cards I’m maxing.
They don’t know for sure it’s me
that does all this crap.
I love the way I’m free
and that they’re in a trap.
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