Crit for crit.

Thick rubber boots to
Step with more soul
as I loot the Earth
for inspiration. divination,
now its raining.
Found my treasure!

Grownups old
suspicious of cahoots,
See through me to my
sweet tooth, for leaves
i'd never thieve but still
believe this need feels uncouth.
Now its raining
and I can't get lit.
At least home had a roof.

Sun is shining
I'm rich again