You’ve stolen some words from somewhere
And now you’re intrigued to find out what they contain,
You found them in a white linen bag on the stairs
Right outside the flat, dumped in a corner, lost by someone.
Because they’re not your words you’re cautious,
You open the bag with great care, lift up the flap
Take a quick look inside, try not to stare
There they are, gathered in a fold, hiding out.
You hunch over the treasure, bunch up a corner
And then, with a gentle tug, you start to tease them out.
Coax out the letters with thoughtful persuasion
And promise them no cross words in response.
All of a sudden, without warning the first one clatters out
You let out a shout and before it’s all over
Another one dashes out of the bag
Within minutes you’re surrounded and somewhat surprised.
You almost feel the need to surrender
These are some of the most hostile words you’ve ever met
Jumping around like hyped up teenagers
Whoever owns them can most certainly have them back.
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