This is more stylistic and free verse than a proper construct, but I like it.
What a fantastic day!
Orange skies on the edge of Dusk
I blow glitter into the wind.
It shimmers. I walk away.
In the shop window is a stylish Scarf.
A raccoon print, brown and beige.
Far too expensive. The screwdriver feels
cool in my pocket. Grin.
Who needs Honour? Not us.
Scum, but those rich Pigs roll
In the muck of their rotten Wealth.
Courage however suits me well.
I slip out. Small victories matter.
Anonymous in the rushing crowds.
I sneak into the train with ease.
Only a crime if you get caught.
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