Addiction

You crooked detective In all your tricky endeavors You fed me lies And I fed into it I'd feed you knives If I could get away with it I'm fed up with feeding times I hope you find pain in my rhymes It's not so much about rhyming But impeccable timing In time you shall have Of me and solitude And you to be fed till you're full Of years you Greedily stole I'll never forget when you stole....... A glance at me in the back of the cruiser You hesitantly looking back I stole money You stole my time You stole a glance I stole a dance From my ex-wife at the casino Where we spent what we stole I started at convenience stores When I was only 12 years old Someone always go bold and told I count my losses and reluctantly fold I rehearse the robbery over and over Until the time for action had come And all the preparation was over I jumped over the counter And I'll niceties were over I needed the money Because I couldn't stand to be sober All eyes were on me O, widely bulging, O terrified eyes I wore a mask as an effective disguise So I wouldn't easily be identified They all would come to realize It was me in the interrogation room While they dished out their lies