Theft, and Books

i open my book.
always the same big and little words,
all spelling out what they crave,
what they can take from you.
words to describe desire, desire.
desire and stealing what is not yours,
what was never yours.

in school I was taught to ask permission before carrying out even the most basic actions,
if they could affect someone else.
i wonder, were you missing for this lesson?
or did you just fail to listen.

every morning
you, what you did,
what you took,
is all that pollutes my mind
as I clutch my coffee and turn the pages.

- j.f.