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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The burglar's came tonight Lot's of lies has been said They screamed ' turn on the light' But I wanted to go to bed. They heard the money was here And all of it, they want But I had no inch of fear So I gave them a silent response. They drew out a gun and fired it Then, came a loud crashing I thought someone got hit But it was only the camera's flashing. Turning it off, they said They were here for something Looking up I too said I was about to do something. They got angry and upset And look ready to kill They gave me thousand threat All for the money they wanted to steal. The lies has been told I must save my neck My feet are getting cold I told them, the house, they can check. They must have searched for history But there was nothing there I knew they had uncovered the mystery But still they didn't care. Over, they look on with hate The lies were too strong I prayed with little faith This burglar's see their wrong. They gave me little chance As they used and abused But I had plans While they drank my homemade juice. Am happy, they got served Rohypnol (roofies) was for me They got what they deserved Now they are where I should be. I go over the telephone Dialling 911 on I brought them home To take over the fun. Two hours later The prison I was leaving But the burglar's weren't getting better They were still down, sleeping.
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