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!