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Ode to a burglary
Come on you burglers
Come and have a go
Take every thing I own
I'm a Quaker so
that's OK....
The riches of my spirit
far outweigh your karma
if you want to hurt me
You'll have to try harder
Come on all you burglars
You got my daughter's DS
now you really shouldn't
Mess with my princess
Come on all you burglars
show me your face somehow
I may be a Quaker
But I could kill you now
All the stuff you have is tainted
You can have it all
But frightening my daughter
You really didn't oughta
That made it personal
that made me care
Makes me see your life as worthless
But I can't go there
We'll get our home back
we have our love
You have some stuff
and when you go above
You're going to fucking pay for this in ways you never could imagine you fucking bastard.
Sorry I'm a Quaker
What I meant to say
was God bless and I feel sorry for you
and listen to a voice inside next time
Just LEAVE THE DS, OK?!
06:48 AM | 0 Comments | Tags: autobiography, unemployment, parenting, Quaker, poem, kindness
