I will tell you my regrets as soon as I have them. You have no choice. It is our pact.
You will think I’m spinning in place
But I will be backing up and kicking up dirt with one foot
A track runner
Preparing myself to launch forward
You will not know what you did to me
Because it will play out with others at far distances and nearby
You stole me and gave me away
To where I was from
Your petty thievery is to disguise
Something much more severe than Nigerian money doubling or even that Spanish thug getting my wallet in the Berlin darkroom
I invite your grand larceny
Do not be timid with me!
Rob me again!!
Mug me harder!!!