Steal a locker key, steal some laisee,
Steal the ferry ticket someone dropped,
Just to hear them exclaim in a pop.
Steal into first class and sit for a while,
Dodge in the toilet with wet slimy tiles.
Wait in the lift for just the right floor,
Walk in shoulder back head oh-so-sure.
Each stolen moment builds the art,
Not gold or goods but something more—
The thrill of playing the false part.
Walk corridors never walked before.