It’s hard to be inconspicuous

when you’re hanging upside down,

And the propelling gear 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 bought

Would barely fit your cat

It’s hard to be a fine art thief

In this ai generation

For there never was a better thief

Than ai impersonation

It’s hard to write this poem

From a prison, dark and cold

—Your final resting place

For that forgery you stole