I live in a big city and work in a kiosk near a railway station 

Thousands of people pass me each day 

Some greet me but most ignore me 

Although I speak with some of these people each day I am very lonely 

Which I see as totally my own fault as I do not seek out friends 

To make up for this I occasionally steal things normally from hotels 

Bathrobes and pillowcases are my favourites but I frequently leave a gift 

As whenever I travel I always pack two or three small Bibles

Which I leave in various bedside cabinets unless a Gideon is already in place 

My most recent theft was from the Hard Rock Cafe in Paris 

Where I stole a pint glass which celebrated the forty years anniversary of the chain  

Nobody gave a shit they never do in France but it was not a thrill steal 

Far from it as of late I have discovered something interesting about myself

Which you might consider a little weird as it mainly involves my parents business 

They own a bed and breakfast in a coastal town in Sussex  

And recently I discovered that a guest had stolen a table lamp from his room 

This for some reason turned me on and I spent the rest of that day masturbating 

I now when I am visiting Mum and Dad actively seek out thefts for my own pleasure 

At times when I am in the kiosk I see people stealing chocolate bars 

This has the same effect on me and I try to retain a composure which is very difficult

I believe it was Proudhon who said Property is Theft and I agree but do not really really understand him 

To me it is just sexy to steal or be the victim of theft although I have yet to discover why I donate Bibles 

Angela A