No Other Choice...

 No Other Choice...


Their lies a man is the deep of the villages,
A man that prevents a child's spoilage.
A man who sneaks in the middle of night,
Without the slightest hints of a fright.

A man who once lives in a destitute cottage,
That looks rather vintage.
A man that sneaks in the middle of night,
When the tide reaches to its maximum height.

He travels to a city close,
The street without light seemed morose.
As he walked he felt the aura of great pain,
He crawled in a window trying to abstain.

The house looked like a palace,
Anything looked like that in comparison to his place,
His house was greatly damp and clammy,
This house was a millionaire's fancy.

He gathered what he could,
He ran out and put on a hood.
He reached his home and counted his booty,
He saw the pain in that beauty.

Sleep constantly eluded him,
Reminding him of his greedy aim.
He finally slept and yet worried about his timeshare,
More and more did they come, his nightmares.

"But why must I fear,
I have merely stolen from the thieves of thieves,
They thrive while I suffer,
They look down on me and laugh."





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