The Paroles Of JK

When I was little I
I stole a lollipop.
It burnt a whole in my pocket until
Mum found out,
Washedmymouthoutwithsoap.
And then stealing always tasted like soap and I
Never Stole.
But today I did. From right under her nose
I stole
And she pouted and asked for it back.
But I can’t.
See.
It’s not burning a hole in my pocket.
But a whole burning in me.