You're compelled to do ill
Like a burglar who is slinking.
Theft never curbed; you took it all--
Tills robbed by you.

Silver bird in the sky
On which you're winging and drinking
Veuve Clicquot. From widows a haul
Pillaged by you.

Once on a cruise ship, you plundered by posing as well-heeled.
A sweet matron widow was conned by you.

Now you're up off the ground.
Her fortunes, unlike ship, sinking.
You've heard the Caymans' siren call. . .
Tills robbed by you.

An onboard news clip: you blundered, exposing felony--
You'll meet agent Fed foes who're conning* you!

Now you're sunk--you'll swig nine
Strychnines that halt your head's thinking.
You'll never get in the Feds' thrall;
They'll not cop you.

Pills popped by you.


*studying or examining carefully