Perfected Craft
One in the morning
Pitch black outside
He looks around
The neighbors are sound asleep
The homeowners are out of town
He pry's open the door
With a crowbar in hand
Pieces of the door frame broken all over the floor
He looks for expensive electronics
Jewlery and more
This isn't the first time
Certainly won't be the last
He could have changed his ways
But he's perfected his craft
Thousands of dollars in items taken
Days pass and the items are sold
To support his heroin addiction
Seventeen and addicted to the lifestyle
While living in denial
All the while
He's destroyed another mans life
Destroyed his children and scared his wife
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