Is It Amnesty Day?  (Do I hear a Sigh of Turpitude Out There?)

 
 
 
There's a thief over yonder thinking he  
stole some ripe thoughts from me,  
but who is it that thinks (one) can think  
such thoughts without succumbing to  
that dear old moral turpitude?  
Hell, I can't even think upon it as an amnesty
      bypass,
     (for what that may be worth).
 
Yeah. Moral turpitude! That's the ticket!  
(And there oughta be a law, goddamn it).  
 
That Thief of Thought(s). Got a lotta nerve, indeed).  
Well, it sure-thefuck isn't me, kid.  
All these thinks be whole hog  
O'riginal.  And it won't matter in any way  
 comes next Thursday.  
 
                                 (All will be forgotten.)  
 
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