30 May 2012
She stalks the streets in the dead of night,
Not looking for a man or a surprise,
But a switched off CCTV or a door not shut tight.
She stalks the streets in the dead of night,
Walks around with her head held high,
Stiletto heels and leather clothes,
If she chooses your door
Mark my words you'll end up poor.
She has never been caught
And when she steals she steals for keeps.
No petty change or technology will go unseen,
Only diamonds and pearls
Rings and expensive jewels,
She'll take off on her motorbike
And to your riches you will wave bye bye.
The strangest part is,
She has a job and everything she needs,
She doesn't steal for a living,
But to keep the name
The people have assigned to her
And like a glove to her it fits.
She's none other than lady mischief.
Lady Mischief • Opuss № I