WHEN I HAD A CLEAN SWEEP
The skeleton beneath my closet
never let on : (note to police. Dig
there). The problem was, there
wasn't any floor. (note to police.
Forget about that). In the place
where the table once was, there
is only now a deck of cards. BUT,
in the top drawer, left, of the broad,
mission cabinet, there is a large,
hand-inked treasure map that will
lead you to the sea. Cleverly designed
enough, it is, that you will drown
once you get there - deep mire,
messy currents. Unless you follow
exactly the times of night I tell you to
use; the ebbs and highs of the changing
tides. Outside of that, nothing much
to report. Now, one more thing - sit
back and think about why you are
doing any of this. It isn't that this
treasure is for you; someone else
will mark it as evidence and just
take it away - you'll never know,
the real amount or what they've
taken. So, really then, who's the
actual criminal here, and what's
the crime? It's like when I walk
past Rahway Prison, from the
Rahway Train Station; as I'm
approaching the prison grounds,
all the signs say, 'Keep out. Warning.
State Property. No trespass. Keep out.
Premises under constant surveillance.'
Who's the actual criminal here, and,
again, yes, what's the crime?
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