Snatches

A moment, a dime

A quick slice of time

A chance or a bet

Skip paying a debt

Sometimes, it’s the thrill

Of a lie or a kill

The power, the strings

A pull or a dip

A stitch there, a snip

I stole that from you

I had some, got new

It’s not that I am bad

But that moment I had

All that I could

More than I should

The thrill of the guilt

Maybe it’s how I am built

But the deed is now done

And damn was it fun

I know it was wrong

But the urge was too strong

And look now I know

Next time I’ll say no

But that mark that I made

Is the price I have paid

For those hidden scratches

I take payments in snatches

Of future hits

In pieces and bits

This is what I’ve become

Ever since I begun

This is now what I am

And what I shall be

Just lock up this secret

Let the door on it slam

And chain it and lock it

And hide what I am