Hi there, again, this is my 2nd fic so far; (I don't have the attention span to write a whole story, so I present, another songfic) This poem doesn't rhyme exactly, but anyways, it's about Sly's view on justice and crime.

Justify

People think I'm wrong for stealing, they say I "break the law"

But how do you define law...

A bunch of fat hypocrites saying what is right and wrong

But I say the law aint worth breakin,

If there isn't anything worth takin

Do you know what the law was in ancient Sparta?

Steal anything you want…

Just don't get caught.

I get caught all the time, but its okay…

Cause I say half the fun is in getting away.

I'm so good at what I do…

Break and take, it's nothing new.

I'm a thief, it's who I am,

Say that's bad? I don't give a damn.

I'm a criminal, but I'm not a bad guy,

But I'm still wanted, dead or alive.

I'm on the headlines everyday

SLY COOPER GOT AWAY (again)

Hell yeah I'm famous!

Scratch that, IN-famous

Most thieves are victims of society,

Outcast trying to get by,

But crime is my family history,

The very first Cooper lived way back in B.C

So you see I'm just misunderstood,

Hell, I'm kinda like Robin Hood

Ya know, steal from the rich and give to the needy?

(of course that would be me)