I am a magician.
I make things disappear,
Wallets, purses, and Jewellery.
I jerk a few tears.
They cry in the name of crime,
But it’s not crime it’s magic.
I am a magician.
I make food suddenly appear,
Infront of starving siblings.
I make debts disappear,
Inside my granny’s wallet.
I turn dirty water into pine twist.
A coke, sprite, or wine.
I make children on the streets,
Vanish into classroom, listening to teachers speak.
I steal business man’s trip,
By making his car disappear.
Turning his German machine,
Into a feeding scheme.
I unglue the glue,
Glued to the streets man’s hand.
I turn church,
Into a community paradise.
Where God visit once or twice.
I am a magician!
Sure, the cops hate my magic show.
They want me to confess.
But a magician never reveals his tricks!