Sticky Fingers

Sticky Fingers
By: S. Rachele Chappell

Go walking through that front door,
green eyes shoot left and right.
A slave to desperation,
these actions I can't fight.
Shove it down in my pocket,
or maybe in my purse.
When I pass this inclination,
these actions I do curse.

Ducked down in four corners,
where no one can see.
A slide of messed up feeling,
please stop haunting me.
Just as smooth as silk,
and slick as oil.
Eyes up in the ceiling,
to watch the sneak unfurl.

Sweating to pass detection,
and make it through the door.
Pure fear and excitement,
makes life not a bore.
Rewards of pain and shame,
little gifts of lies.
In hopes of compliment,
morals I compromise.
Sticky fingers won't let me be.
Sticky fingers got a hold of me.
Sticky fingers set me free.
Sticky fingers always got the need.
Sticky fingers on my emotions they do feed.
Sticky fingers got me on a lead.