Before I raise
My hand,
Tell me
How rude it
Is,
For me to 
Put this same
Hand on
Another person.
In what way 
Is it 
assault, or
How would it 
Be to 
Steal something 
From the same 
Individuals 
Own hands.
Tell me this 
Before I 
Ask, or 
Do

Hello it's me again
the one with the crooked grin
hear to take your money
and steal your honey
so sweet now on your feet
don't even think about calling the beat
cause I got you
and you
know what
to do
wallets and jewelry
this is a robbery.

Time dons His thief's mask.
While we count days and hours,
He steals my stopwatch.

he thought of all the horrid things
he would have liked to have said to his boss
for he was a very nasty piece of work
a fleeting thought and then it was lost

he’d have told him how much he despised him
and that he thought he was well past his prime
but the thought passed as quick he had it
as with all thoughts now he hadn’t the time

he’d have said lots of thing to some others
there were many many words they had used
but the one that had hit him the hardest
was when his boss had used the word ‘accused’

but then he had been stealing the money
he’d spent it on gambling and cars
but he was lousy at picking the winners
and spent a lot too much time in the bars

but he couldn’t face a lifetime in prison
he couldn’t have lived with the shame
so he felt that a fast trip down earthward
was the only way of saving his name

and so he was now on that journey
one he’d never taken before
it’s a once in a lifetime experience
when you jump from the fiftieth floor.

©Joe Wilson – Jumping 2014

‘a bit of fun – for me if not for him!’