The Repeat Offender

OK, it shameless, flat-out, have you no pride, self promotion time, because my other blog,   The Blithering Idiot, has failed to bring me instant fame, let alone acclaim.   [Could it be that there is just little demand for crudely written, vulgar poetry?]  I’m really into 50’s rock and roll, and still have the first 45 I ever bought: Yakety Yak by the Coasters. This was a little diddie I planned to post on The Idiot, but felt it worthy of Hansifcation. It combines The Platters hit “The Great Pretender” with my career as a crime fighter.

It’s called, what else? The Repeat Offender. If you’re not familiar with the tune, meaning you’re under 60, you can U Tube it below, to bring ya up to speed.

Oh yes, I’m the repeat offender

Offending when you’re not around

My greed is such

I offend too much

I’m lonely, sittin’ here, in my cell

Oh yes, I’m the repeat offender

Adrift in a cell of my own

I’ve played the game

but much to my shame

And I’m left here, with my sins to atone.

To steal, is the feeling of a master thief

To steal, when I feel, I can deceive

Oh yes, I’m the repeat offender

Just laughing at you like a clown

I appear to be, what you don’t wanna see

Stealin’ everything that is not nailed down.

Re-offending when you’re not around.

To steal, is the feeling of a master thief

To steal, when I feel, I can deceive.

Yes, I’m a repeat offender

Just hating, my life here, in lock-down

I seem to be, in a cell, you see

I’m waiting to be, taken downtown,

For taking everything that’s around.