Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Best Theft

Quite young I started as a thief,

Stealing the little things to learn

To steal better with the belief

The best to steal was yet to yearn.

The more years passed, the more I stole

Treasures of others I would find.

No repentance in this thief's soul,

Larceny in my heart and mind.

And now the time has come that I

Have just one best theft left in me,

Cuz very soon I know I die,

With one best theft waiting to be.

Upon death this thief contemplates

Best theft, stealing the Pearly Gates.