Forever, it’s a short ways away.
But I need to eat every day until then.
And so I work and steal.
The two ways to survive.
Some pick one.
I prefer both.
So my dinner plate is salty and full of fat.
My daughter asked why I have to go to work.
I pointed to the steak on her plate.
My son asked why I steal.
I pointed to the ring on his finger.
The detective asked why I kill.
I pointed to my wife’s palace.
The judge asked if I was sorry.
I spat on the table.
My cellmate asked if I was scared.
I told him the people in hell long for purgatory.