"Stop, You Thieving B*****d!"

I've been robbed!

                                                   

I've been mugged, metaphorically, by a brazen thief,

a thief so bold and reckless, he, or she, or I guess it is,

doesn't even care that you know its name--it figures,

correctly, that you'll never catch up to it. So swiftly does

it move, it does its thing, even before you realize it.

 

And its thing is robbing you blind, then laughing like

a hyena as it watches you flail around in stunned silence,

"How on Earth can anything move so fast?"

 

This is the moment I spring my shocker, 'It's not about

a person, it's about time!", except you probably guessed

that by the fourth or fifth line, so its impact is greatly reduced!  

I can't fool you--I can never fool you, cause you're

not fool-able. You'd think by know I'd see that,

but you ought to know me better than that by now,

I never learn!