Shoplifting

One day I wanted to get my girlfriend a gift.

It was terrible because I decided to shoplift.

I tried to steal something that I should've bought.

Like many other shoplifters, I was caught.

I offered to pay for the perfume that I tried to steal.

But they decided to prosecute me and I felt ill.

It was scary when they locked me in a cell.

After I was released, things didn't go well.

It was stupid to think that I'd get off scotfree.

When I saw my girlfriend, she dumped me.

When I think about what happened, I get a chill.

Please listen to me when I tell you not to steal.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM BUT SADLY MANY PEOPLE DO SHOPLIFT.

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