Criminal Target

They had a game, A very dangerous one at that, They had cornered one, Who existed amongst them, But did not have their trademark traits, They were loathful,lazy,incompetent, Liars,corrupt and resourceless, They always looked for shortest way to easy money, With their very limited capabilities, And in fact he with sincere hardwork, And capabilities presented a perfect target, That he complained but little, And was more of a perfect gentleman, Made him the perfect victim, They rallied behind him, Only for entry and gains, To and from places he had access, And they had none, After entry they, Simply kicked him aside, As they collected the rewards, Of “entry” besides, The target was caught by next in mafia queue, Who after entry kicked him back yet again, The merciless buggers kept on doing this, For god knows how many years, Target grew old and tired, Now some of them did say, He is ours and belongs to us.