Identity Theft
They are the lowest of the low,
those who steal another’s name.
They revel in the afterglow,
uncaring that their acts oft maim.
They use their wit, but not one whit
for that which earns knighthood.
They use their grit but to outwit
all others in their hood.
They claim their crime’s white-collar
and penance should be light.
But, there’s no crime that’s fouler…
treat them like a parasite.
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