Edward’s a thief,
Caught out by his own stupidity;
Always there,
Never there,
He stumbles through life with the glazed eyes of a cat
In another world,
Unfortunately.
Poor Edward.
No one wants him,
No one likes him,
No one cares.
Chaos creeps up behind him,
Overwhelms all attempts to play a role,
Reduces to futility every goal -
The laughter isn’t clean,
But Edward hasn’t seen,
That’s why he stole,
Completely oblivious to the obvious,
Haunted, hunting, hiding from us.
Now he straggles through the streets,
No money,
No shame,
No awareness,
A little confused but causing no fuss.
Here’s a guy with little self-awareness, a little slow, a little stupid, the butt of everybody’s jokes, crap at everything he touches, desperately trying to find a role, always in the way, too dumb to be any good as a thief.
