Merciless Thieves
The tiles upon the floor
are creaking like the door.
We're doomed to the thieving,
their wicked hearts beating
for money, we have no more.
Our windows freely swing,
letting in horrible stink,
we live by pure luck,
but mostly it sucks;
items are stolen in a blink.
The neighbor's hounds are dopes.
they allow the thieves to roam.
Burglars invade,
thieves come to stay,
My, I think I am broke!
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