Elliot
Canto XIV
A quick sleight of hand
Sly shopkeep indeed
I told the boy once,
“I have all you need.”
The truth is I stole it
But you’re unaware
If you knew then I’d sell it
At a price so unfair
Nameless no longer
Your future is mine
Enjoy all my nothing
I’m sure you’ll be fine
A Life in Poems 