The Recidivist's Thought

I am uncatchable!
You outside in the moniker of catchers
I shall trouble you!
My course will outwit your acts
And useless, your plans will be
The struggle keep me flying
I ran, thou seek
Thin air will be thy prisoner
Not me!
I shall wreck more havoc
And make senior rebuke the Junior
Whilst practising the law
To cage my frame
I shall invent catastrophe
Security agents give no timidity to me
I shall emerge and disappear
Like the smallpox that troubles
I shall hold you in hate and disgust
I shall hold you in scorn and contempt
Until one day, when you Will have no alternative
And make on my black head
The filthy pronouncement
Of a revered book.