I’ve got money but I’m not gonna pay, I do it quickly and then move away.
Shopping for hours not buying a thing, my clever quickness a bounty will bring.
I take these things whatever I feel, on my person I can conceal.
Hundreds maybe thousands, the inventory won’t dent,
It’s all profit, no overhead I’ve spent.
It’s not my first, I do it all the time, get out the door and yes it’s mine.
I perform magic, think I won’t? Now you see it, now you don’t!
Makeup, cigars or any type of goods, think I wouldn’t? Oh yes I would!
Frozen steaks, cans of fish, what’s for dinner? Anything I wish.
Security guard, off-duty cop, my friends and I they will never stop.
A profitable craft when practiced well, if you don’t, better run like hell!
Over the years the charges mount, call it what you will – it’s the “five-finger discount.”
Now near retirement, he has taken the advice of his friends and decided to bottle the sauces once shared as a hobby with coworkers. He is still an actively employed policeman hunting fugitives.