It’s hard to be inconspicuous

when you’re hanging upside down,

And the propelling gear you bought from Temu

Has twisted round and round

It’s hard to steal a priceless painting

When lasers block your path

And the anti-laser suit you got

Would hardly fit your cat

It’s hard to be a fine art thief

With ai in operation

For there never was a better thief

Than ai in this generation

It’s hard to write this poem

From a prison, dark and cold

Your final resting place

For that forgery you stole