They say I have no money to buy clothes
That is why I creep upon sheep at night
To tear off their innocent skin
From ears to paws

I walk around the streets
Like a scholarsheep priding in another’s sweat.
Do not ask me if I deserve it,
Because it takes outstanding skills
To shred another man’s skin.

Like the government striping its citizens naked
Like your boss using your strength to strengthen himself
Like taking your best friend’s lover.

Hypocrite!
You’re more concerned about stolen clothes
While you ignore the sheep that were left bare.

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